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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Rape/Non-Con, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      M/M, F/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Cronus_Ampora/Kankri_Vantas, Cronus_Ampora/Karkat_Vantas, Cronus_Ampora/
      Kankri_Vantas/Karkat_Vantas, Orphaner_Dualscar/Karkat_Vantas, Kankri
      Vantas/Karkat_Vantas, Gamzee_Makara/Karkat_Vantas, Cronus_Ampora/Orphaner
      Dualscar, Orphaner_Dualscar/Kankri_Vantas, Eridan_Ampora/Kankri_Vantas,
      Eridan_Ampora/Karkat_Vantas, Eridan_Ampora/Sollux_Captor, Sollux_Captor/
      Karkat_Vantas, Eridan_Ampora/Sollux_Captor/Karkat_Vantas, Eridan_Ampora/
      Orphaner_Dualscar, Grand_Highblood/Karkat_Vantas, Spinneret_Mindfang/
      Karkat_Vantas, Kurloz_Makara/Karkat_Vantas, Sollux_Captor/Kurloz_Makara
  Character:
      Karkat_Vantas, Cronus_Ampora, Kankri_Vantas, Grand_Highblood, Orphaner
      Dualscar, Gamzee_Makara, Eridan_Ampora, Meenah_Peixes, Sollux_Captor, The
      Condesce_(Homestuck), Spinneret_Mindfang, Kurloz_Makara
  Additional Tags:
      Mind_Control, Public_Masturbation, Dom/sub, Pheromones, Dubious_Consent,
      Cum_Eating, Teacher/Student, Humiliation, Love_Drug, Manipulation,
      Alternate_Universe, Incest, Smut, Teasing, Sexual_Content, Porn,
      Fingerfucking, Cock_Slut, Daddy_Kink, Fisting, Master/Pet, Master/Slave,
      Illustrated, Cybersex, Voyeurism, Angst, BDSM, Masochism, Sadism, Dubious
      Morality, Gaslighting
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-06 Updated: 2018-03-22 Chapters: 33/? Words: 106810
****** Just Like He Imagined. ******
by Fidget_sinner, nutellacourse
Summary
     Cronus is fed up. He's fed up with his oh so present virginity, he's
     fed up with the lack of respect he gets, and he's fed up at Kankri
     Vantas for not fixing those things.
     So, he decides to take some.... action.
     He takes a pheromone enhancing pill, which will allow him to get all
     the sex and respect he desires, and then some.
     He thus fucks up everything and everyone around him.
     There will be smut in every chapter, and it will all be labeled with
     first a *, if you still want to know basic details like the setting
     or who is present, and **, if you just want to get straight to the
     good stuff.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Cronus rested his chin on his arm as he stared at his husktop. He scrolled down
the article, skepticism beginning to brim on his better judgment.
Cronus, in fact, was currently reading a “get laid fast and easy,” article,
with mixed feelings.
“IF YOU’RE HORNY, SO ARE THEY!”
The product’s tagline claimed boldly.
The site was trying to sell him a pheromone enhancing pill, that would
supposedly make anyone lower than him on the hemospectrum beg on their knees
for his bulge.
The bigger the gap between the blood colors, the more effective the product
would be.
Supposedly the science behind it stemmed from the highbloods of ancient Beforus
and current Afterus demanding obedience and submission from the lower castes,
and were much less likely to kill a rust blood who met that quota, bringing
evolution into the mix.
And besides, a lowblood with these ‘traits,’ was far more likely to fill quite
a few more pails than a lowblood without them.
He briefly imagined Kankri, legs shaking, spread out on the floor as he
fingered himself, begging Cronus so sweetly for his cock.
He blinked a couple times, focusing back on the screen.
As fantastic as that would be, Cronus was trying to be more critical with his
online shopping, as he had gotten swindled in similar situations before.
However, the product had incredible ratings, and all the comments seemed quite
encouraging.
But, there was one foreseeable problem he wished to address.
He sighed, and went to the “any questions?” link, and began to type up his
inquiry into the chat box.
User: Hey, uh, I don’t suppose this product vwould vwork on… say, an… ‘off
spectrum’ blood? I’m a sea dvweller, and I don’t knovw if the troll that I
havwe in mind technically counts as a rust. His blood is about… say, candy red?
Customer service: Au mutaunt, hmm? It would be aun experiment to be sure. From
whaut I know of my reauserch, the pheraumone compautibility and dependauncy
relies on the pigment of the blood, rauther thaun aun externaul or detauched
biologicaul link. So, mauybe. I hauvent haud the pleausure of encountering such
au predicaument in the paust, but tell you whaut. If it doesn’t work, just send
back the pills for au refund, sound good? Aund if it does, be sure to give me
some kind of report. This is quite intriguing.
User: Yeah, Sounds great! Thanks!
Cronus grinned and clicked back to the purchase button.
This seemed pretty fool-proof.
 
Cronus plucked absentmindedly at his guitar, the apartment being a little too
quiet for his own taste. Kankri had to spend the night at the university, and
Karkat had gotten himself detention again. This was one of those moments he
wished he hadn’t dropped out of senior year, if only so that he would have
something to do. But going back to school would be one hit to his pride that he
wasn’t prepared for. His dad was a teacher at the academy he had left, the one
Karkat currently attends, and Cronus couldn’t stand to see the look on that
man's face if he proved him right. So he stayed. It wasn’t like he needed an
education to get a job, hell, he didn’t even need a job, his whole family was
rich as fuck. He just tried to not remind himself that he was feeding off of
his dad’s income.
But he was a good guy, he had no reason to be ashamed!
He was even supporting two mutants that would have been killed if he hadn’t
taken them under his wing and brought them to Beforus! Yeah. Cronus was great.
Too bad Kankri was so UNgrateful.
He wasn’t like that in the past. For the first couple of months after he had
brought Kankri and his brother away from the brutal dimension that had merged
with his own, the guy couldn’t thank him enough. “Thank y9u f9r feeding me,
Cr9nus! Thank y9u f9r letting me use y9ur a6luti9n trap, Cr9nus! Thank y9u f9r
l99king in my general directi9n, Cr9nus!” Those were the good old days.
Now instead of praise he gets lectures. Aww well.
His ears pricked up to the sound of someone knocking on the door. He stood and
looked through the peephole to see a delivery troll.
Cronus greeted the mailman and was handed a package.
He signed the guy’s paper and went back inside. It was a small box, or at least
smaller than he was used to, and the sea dweller had an idea of what might be
inside. He took a knife to the cardboard, and pulled out a small bottle.
A grin spread across his shark like teeth, and he immediately twisted the lid
off, before shaking some of the contents into his hand. He examined the small
pill in his palm, and without a second thought, swallowed it.
 
 
“KANKRI, I’M HOME!”
Cronus looked up from his computer as Karkat opened the door to the apartment.
“Heh, sorry squirt, but Kan is out for the night.”
Karkat groaned. “Great, so who’s gonna make dinner?”
Cronus volunteered begrudgingly.
He heated up some canned beans before putting chopped tomatoes and carrots on
the side. It was a half assed meal at best, but half assed is better than no
assed, damn it!
*
The two of them ate in silence, Karkat staring at his plate and Cronus staring
at Karkat.
He looked so much like his brother. It was almost scary in a way.
He wondered what he would look like on his knees.
Cronus tensed up a bit at the image of Karkat staring up at him, purple running
down his chin.
He turned away from Karkat to look at his plate, and then up to the pill bottle
still on the counter. Cronus returned his attention to the teen across from him
at the table, and let his mind run wild. He had told that troll on customer
support that he would see if it worked. He’d hate to delay results.
He imagined Karkat with his wrists and ankles bound, blindfolded.
He’d have his mouth open, pleading so very desperately for Cronus to fill it.
And... there was his bulge.
Cronus made sure not to draw attention to the situation in his pants, but
instead kept his eyes focused intently on Karkat.
After a couple seconds, the young mutant's eyes shifted from his plate, and to
another fixed point in space, a flush rising to his cheeks. “I need to go to
the bathroom,”Karkat said and began to stand.
“No.” Cronus growled.
“What?” Karkat asked and paused, brow furrowing.
“You can hold it. I made you a nice dinner, and I don’t wvant it going cold.
Novw sit dovwn.”
Karkat whimpered and took his seat.
Cronus couldn’t help but chuckle. “Good boy,” he muttered quietly, but
apparently, Karkat heard it because his face went cherry red.
Karkat's gaze returned to his food, eyes wide.
** Cronus walked over to the other side of the table and slung his arm around
Karkat’s shoulder, before leaning down to whisper in his ear. “On second
thought, wvhy don’t you stand up for me?”
Karkat’s hands trembled in embarrassment as he reluctantly stood, revealing the
red leaking from his jeans.
Cronus tisked, and dragged a finger along the wet fabric. “You’d better take
these off. It’d be a shame if they got stained, wvouldn’t it?” he hissed in
Karkat’s ear, rousing a soft moan from the boy. The violet blood grabbed onto
Karkat’s jeans and tugged them down by the belt loops, stripping him from the
waist down.
Karkat closed his eyes and bit his lip, a shudder washing over him as the cool
air hit his unsheathed bulge.
“Tell me vwhat you vwant.” Cronus murmured, now looking up at the boy from the
floor.
Karkat buried his face in his hands in embarrassment.
Cronus scowled and pulled Karkat's arms to reveal his eyes. “I said, tell me
vwhat you vwant.”
Karkat just shook his head again.
“Do you vwant me to bend you over and fuck you like a dog?”
Karkat whined and nodded.
“You vwanna be a good little wvhore for me?”
“Oh fuck, yesss~” Karkat moaned.
Cronus snickered and slipped two fingers into Karkat’s waiting nook, earning a
loud and wanting keen. He buried his fingers further inside and stood, leaning
over to whisper in Karkat’s ear once again. “Now listen to me, slut, I vwant
you to be nice and loud, make all the noise you vwant and more. Understand,
fuck-toy?”
Cronus may or may not be getting a little too into this, but Karkat was most
certainly not complaining.
“I’ll make noise, I can do that!” He chirred, eyes wide, high off the sensation
in his nook.
“Vwhat else can you do for me?”
“Anything…” Karkat groaned.
“Good. Novw bend over for me, like a good little wvhore.”
Karkat obliged, resting his torso on the table, face down, taking heavy breaths
and squirming at Cronus’s touch.
Cronus pumped his fingers in and out, in and out, not even listening to
Karkat’s moans anymore, entirely focused on the way that sopping nook gripped
his digits so nicely. Satisfied, he retracted his fingers before stretching
them apart to see the strings of translucent red between them. He fished his
bulge out of his pants, the appendage squirming in his fingers. Deciding not to
tease himself any more, he pushed inside Karkat.
The boy gave a long and loud groan, fingers gripping the far end of the table.
“Heh, you like that, don’t you?”
Karkat nodded, a whine escaping him.
“You like my royal bulge, hmm?”
“Yes, oh fuck, yes!”
“Tell me that you lowve it.”
“I love it, I love so much!”
“Of course you do.” Cronus grabbed onto Karkat by the shoulders, and began
pounding into him aggressively.
Karkat moaned, breaths becoming shorter and shorter. He could feel Cronus
winding inside him, hitting him in all the right places. He wanted to tell
Cronus how goood it felt, but he couldn’t find the words.
Cronus, however, had no problem expressing himself. “I lowve you all spread out
like this, going crazy for my cock.” He bent over to whisper in Karkat’s ear,
“Imagine vwhat your brother vwould think,”
Karkat groaned, and shook his head. He didn’t want to think about that… he
didn’t want to think about Kankri like that.
“Imagine the look on his face, vwhen he realized his little brother vwas
nothing but a little cum slut,”
Karkat’s eyes widened, a shiver running through him at the thought.
Cronus leaned down to hiss in his ear, “In fact… I bet with a little
encouragement,” The seadweller licked a long trail down Karkat’s neck, “He’d
bend you over and fuck your greedy little nook himself.”
Karkat moaned, loud and sweet, release washing over him. Red burst out of his
twisting bulge and pulsing nook, Cronus in turn groaning at the sensation.
“Yeah, you like the thought of being fucked senseless by your brother, don’t
you?” He asked, not even slowing his rhythm.
Karkat let out a warble, his legs and arms trembling.
“It's okay. You don’t have to say anything… I knowv the ansvwer is yes,” Cronus
growled.
Karkat trembled in response, nodding weakly.
Cronus’s muscles tensed up as he felt his own orgasm rapidly approaching. “You
vwant me to fill you up, don’t you?”
“Oh god, yes,” Karkat managed.
“Then take it.”
The world seemed to go white as the sensation of cool liquid flooding into him
overwhelmed his mind. Karkat opened his mouth wide, only a trembling moan
escaping.
As soon as Cronus pulled out, the mutant went limp on the table, eyes closing.
Cronus tisked and tucked his bulge back into his pants. He reached around and
picked up the passed out teen. “Vwovw… haha… let’s get you to bed, cheif…”
 
 
 
Karkat groaned at the sound of his alarm clock, rolling over and stretching,
before turning it off. He vaguely recollected the events of last night, but
dismissed them as a dream. He knew himself well enough to know that he would
never be Ampora’s fuck toy. He pulled off his pajama bottoms to get changed,
and froze in utter shock at what he saw; a dripping nook, and violet stained
thighs.
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
User: So, I, uhh, tried it. It vworked.
Customer service: Auh, you’re the seaudweller with the mutaunt, right? I think
I recognize your quirk.
User: Yeah, that’s me. Um. So yeah, he uh… um. Yeah.
Customer service: =;). I’m glaud to heaur it. Do you hauve auny other
questions?
User: Um… yeah. One, actually. Say I vwanted him to be… you know, horny, but
when I vwasn’t around? How vwould I go about that?
Customer service: I auctuaully know the aunswer to this one. It’s au little bit
gross. You sure you waunt to heaur it?
User: Sure.
Customer service: Pre-mauteriaul. Thaut stuff is totaully infused with
pheromones. Just stick some in his food. It should last a few hours at least,
normaully direct ingestion will ensure the effects don’t die down until he
swaullows/is filled with cum auround the saume plauce on the hemospectrum as
the pheraumones thaut set him off.
User: Oh. Vwowv.
Customer service: =:/. Yeauh… it’s au little fucked up, I know.
Cronus was interrupted from the conversation by Karkat entering the kitchen.
The kid noticeably avoided eye contact. He grabbed some bread from the fridge,
and returned to his room, failing to acknowledge Cronus’s existence.
Kankri was out cold in his bedroom from last night’s studies, so Cronus figured
it was probably up to him to feed the kid again. He went to the fridge and took
out last night’s leftovers, before pulling the lid off of the tupperware. The
seadweller gave a sideways glance at Karkat’s door, and then took the food into
the bathroom.
He put the beans on the counter, and stared at himself in the mirror, before
giving a smirk to reassure himself. He imagined Karkat, as soon as he got home,
running to Cronus, tears prickling his eyes, and immediately grabbing the
seadweller around the waist, grinding his sopping nook against Cronus’s leg.
“Fuck me, please, oh god, fuck, please,”
Cronus eased his bulge out of his sheath, and sighed pleasantly, slowly
stroking small strands of prematerial into the meal. He heard Karkat’s door
open again, and quickly stuffed his bulge back into his pants, then rinsed his
hands and went outside, taking the food with him. He looked over to see Karkat
shuffling through the fridge again. “I made you lunch.”
Karkat turned, and looked like he was going to say something snarky, but then
he looked at the ground, brows furrowing, and a slight blush rising to his
cheeks.
Heh. Cronus realized he probably had pheromones on him currently.
“Thank you.” He managed, taking the tupperware, before grabbing his backpack
from the ground. Cronus grinned mischievously after him and returned to the
couch.
 
Karkat hid his face in his sweater, trying to pretend that this wasn’t
happening right now. That he hadn’t been brutally fucked by his brothers
matesprit, and, more importantly… desperately trying to deny that he wanted it
to happen again. Karkat jumped as someone sat, no not sat, fucking LANDED on
the seat next to him.
He looked up and scowled at Gamzee, the fucking asshat.
“Hey, my main brother, what the… what’s been motherfucking got you all sulking
like that?” The clown slung his arm around Karkat and stared up at him, clearly
high as a kite.
Karkat stiffened and tried to squirm away, pushing Gamzee’s head away from his
own. “Fucker, leave me alone!” He snarled.
Gamzee grinned and chuckled, Snuggling his face into Karkat’s chest.
His nook pulsed. Karkat froze for a second, before violently pushing Gamzee off
of him and curling up in the bus seat corner, turned away from his friend.
“Just… don’t. Please.” He managed.
The clown frowned, but heard the twinge of desperation in Karkat’s voice, and
chose to leave him be.
 
*It had been a predictably boring day, and Karkat was finally starting to be
able to take his mind off of last night… and sex in general. He sat by himself
on the roof of the school, and opened the lunch that Cronus had packed for him.
He held it so delicately… Cronus had made this for him… it was a gift in a way.
He stuck his fork into the beans, and took a bite as big as the utensil would
allow. Wow. Someow, it even kind of tasted like him… Karkat kept eating, but
when he was about half way done with it, he froze.
Oh god.
All of a sudden, it seemed like his nook was on fire, and his bulge pried it’s
way out of his sheath in quick pursuit.
His face burned, and he threw the tupperware to the ground, springing to his
feet, and absolutely sprinting for the nearest bathroom, not daring to even so
much as pause, out of fear that someone would catch him. He threw the door
open, and lunged into the closest open stall, locking it behind him.
**His hands trembled as he felt his nook starting to leak into his jeans.
Hesitantly, he pulled down his pants, closing his eyes briefly.
Karkat bit his lip, shame beginning to set in him.
He decided he had better get this over with rather than run the risk of trying
to go about his day in his current state. He wrapped a hand around his bulge
and let out a strangled sigh, pumping up and down coarsely.
Of course, he started thinking about Cronus. He imagined the seadweller fucking
his throat mercilessly, calling Karkat a whore, a toy, and his perfect little
slut. Karkat bit into his thumb, holding his breath. He thought about the
things that Cronus had told him last night. “Imagine vwhat your brother vwould
think?” Oh god. What would Kankri think? He’d think he was despicable. Karkat’s
hand kept moving. He’d think he was disgusting… his baby brother, reduced to
nothing but a little cum addict.
Karkat grit his teeth as he felt a near painful orgasm wash over him. He
couldn’t help the slight moan that escaped him, his material falling into the
toilet. The mutant grabbed some toilet paper and rubbed off his hands, thighs
and nook, but noticed that for some reason, his bulge wasn’t retracting. Karkat
frowned and held it, tensing up as sensation clouded his mind. The bell rang
far too loudly for Karkat’s liking, and he released his bulge, before quickly
grabbing some toilet paper and placing a few large wads in his underwear. He
then pulled up his pants and made his way to class.
 
Mr. Ampora groaned at the sound of the second bell, pulling his head from where
it rested on his desk. He started counting off attendance, having to crane his
neck to see Karkat in the far corner, per usual. But something was not quite
usual.
The kid looked like he must have a fever, his face was bright red with that
disgusting blood of his, and he looked like he was sweating. The teacher
frowned, and started passing out the assignment to the class.
Karkat squirmed, legs crossed, trying desperately to keep himself from leaking
any more into his pants. His breath was heavy, and it took all his energy not
to just beg someone to fuck him already. His eyes were taken from their spot on
the desk as Mr. Ampora put a paper on it. Karkat stared up at him, and fuck, he
looked just like Cronus… he smelt like Cronus…
“You’re not lookin’ so good, Karkat.” Mr. Ampora muttered.
Karkat’s lip trembled, his breath heavy. “I’m sorry, sir,” He said quietly.
Mr. Ampora frowned at this unusual response.
That couldn’t be good.
He decided to keep moving, not wanting to catch whatever the kid had.
Karkat stared back at him, biting his lip. “Wait, sir…”
Mr. Ampora turned around, looking at him expectantly.
Karkat looked down at his lap. “Nevermind…” he muttered.
He wanted to fucking cry.
The mutant stared at his desk for the majority of the class. He gripped his
bulge through his jeans, under the desk where he hoped, no, fucking prayed that
no one would notice… it felt like he would go absolutely mad if he didn’t… Oh
god, he felt it leaking through his pants.
Karkat looked up at Mr. Ampora, and his grip tightened. He started moving his
hand over it, and sighed quietly. He looked over the class to see if anyone had
noticed, aaaand, fuck.
Gamzee was staring at him.
Karkat looked away, and the clown only gave a concerned frown, before turning
back to his work.
Karkat, in turn, returned to his own project. That being his bulge. He slowly
slipped his hand under the waistband of his pants, and rolled his eyes back at
the sensation. He knew he couldn’t cum in the middle of class, there is no way
in hell he could get away with that. But damn, did it feel good to be in the
process.
He closed his eyes for a second, but frowned at the sound of footsteps
approaching him. “Your handout,” Mr. Ampora said and put out his hand, reading
over those from the rest of the class.
Karkat just stared up at him, not knowing what to say or what to do.
Dualscar’s eyes shifted to the abandoned worksheet on Karkat’s desk. “Oh for
fucks sake, what’ve you been doing for the last thirty minutes?” He asked,
clearly exasperated. The man took note of Karkat’s hands under the table.
Great, the little shit had been on his phone, hadn’t he. God, he never got why
Cronus put up with this kid. “What’s in your hands?” Dualscar asked.
Karkat looked away, eyes wide. “N-nothing, sir,”
“Show me.”
Karkat’s hand shook as it withdrew from his pants, red premarital lining his
palm and fingertips.
Dualscars eyes widened in realization. “See me after class,” He hissed and
grabbed Karkat’s blank worksheet from the table.
Karkat wanted to fucking shank himself.
Chapter End Notes
     Whooo! Okay! SO! This is a thing.
     that exists now.
     isn't that just fantastic.
     You can probably predict what's going to happen in the next chapter,
     so stay tuned for that~
     I wanted to ask you guys, do you prefer when I use troll vocabulary,
     (matesprit, ablution trap, etc,) or the human words? I have slightly
     mixed feelings, but I'd be happy to change it to whatever you guys
     would like. Please, post in the comments below!
     If you enjoyed, please don't forget to give Kudos!
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     yeah, this one is pretty much just smut.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
*Dualscar stared at Karkat from his desk, the bell dismissing the other
students for the day.
The mutant trembled as the room slowly cleared out, leaving only him and the
teacher.
The seadweller stood, closing the doors to the room, and then shutting the
blinds. He returned to his desk without so much as glancing at Karkat. “Come
here.”
Karkat stood, trembling, and approached Mr. Ampora.
“I want you to tell me exactly why you were masturbating in my class.”
Karkat opened his mouth, but couldn’t find any words he would dare utter. “What
do you want me to say?” He croaked.
Dualscar stood and approached the younger troll, backing him into a desk. “The
truth.” He grabbed him by the chin and bent over to whisper in his ear. “You
were so horny you just couldn’t fucking wait, right?”
Karkat stared at his teacher, shocked at where this seemed to be going. His
nook pulsed. He nodded his head slowly. “Yes sir,” he managed.
Dualscar grinned and released a low chuckle. “But you don’t really want to
touch yourself… right?” He asked.
“Are you... suggesting an alternative?”
“Damn fucking straight.”
Karkat took heavy breaths. “Please, sir.”
“Please, what?”
Karkat groaned, his bulge writhing in his pants. “Please, turn me into your
pretty little sex doll… use me as a fucking bucket, god, please!” He begged, a
lump forming in his throat as tears prickled the corners of his eyes. He wanted
this so fucking bad.
Dualscar looked him up and down, a smirk forming on his lips. “As you wish.”
The teacher grabbed Karkat around the chest and picked him up, before dropping
him on his desk. He latched onto the mutants pants and pulled them off his
legs, discarding them to the corner.
The seadweller looked down at his prize, and noted that his thighs already
seemed to have his color on them. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what
happened, considering his student’s roommate… he would have to chew Cronus out
about this. He left the scene shortly and recovered his phone from his brief
case, before pulling Karkat’s knees apart and taking a few photos.
Karkat first tried to cover himself at the sound of the artificial camera
shutter, shaking his head in embarrassment.
“Calm down, it’s not going on the internet or anything.”
“Who… who are you going to show it to?”
Dualscar landed a sharp swat on Karkat’s thigh, the mutant biting his lip and
looking away from his senior.
“Good whores don’t ask questions... and you want to be a good little whore…
right?”
Karkat nodded, eyes squeezed shut.
The violet blood buried his fingers in Karkat’s sopping nook, the mutant
moaning up pure ecstasy.
“Yes, sir!”
“Good boy.” Dualscar opened his belt and slipped down his pants with the other
hand, before easing his bulge out of his sheathe.
Karkat looked down at it and groaned in desire, his hips bucking against the
fingers. “God… fuck yes, fill me~”
Dualscar tsked and shook his head in mock disappointment. “Do you really think
you’re in a position to be giving orders right about now?”
Karkat whined as the fingers were retracted. “No… no sir…”
“Very good. So why don’t you beg instead? It’s much more befitting, for one of
your class.”
The mutant paused for a second. This hadn’t been the first time he got the
feeling that Dualscar was hemophobic, but this phrase all but confirmed it.
Normally, he would be pissed as all hell at this revelation, but god, in this
moment, it just felt so right.
“I… please sir, please give me your bulge…”
“Don’t be acting shy now... “
“I want it really, really bad! I just want you to fill me, please, sir, I want
your cum!”
The teacher smirked. “Beautiful.” He pulled Karkat’s hips to the edge of the
table, and thrust his bulge in mercilessly. “Is this what you rusts are really
like, then? Just little whores in disguise?”
Karkat groaned, his body rewarding him with intense sparks of pleasure, one,
after the other, after the other… “Yes, sir…” he slurred. He would gladly say
whatever the other wanted him to. Hell, he would probably let the violet keep
him as a slave if it meant he could have his cock. God, he loved it…
“You shameless little bitch…” Dualscar grabbed onto Karkat’s hair, and forced
him to curl upright, the other hand keeping his hips in place.
Karkat moaned, loud and honest, his eyes losing focus as dualscar's bulge
lashed inside him. And then the tip hit that spot inside him. He jumped, legs
tensing, as a wanton keen curled its way out of his lips.
The seadweller met eyes with him for a second, his face twisting into a wicked
grin, and assaulted that spot.
Aaaaand, there went Karkat’s sanity. He collapsed onto the desk, near spasming
at the sensation coursing through his veins. This was it. This is the best
thing that would happen in his life. All future attempts at happiness would be
overshadowed easily by this feeling lighting him up like a christmas tree. He
felt himself cumming, holding onto Dualscar as he cried out.
He struggled at words, only a broken “ma-master!” escaping his lips, as red
fluid released from his bulge, painting his stomach.
“‘ts got a nice ring to it,” Dualscar growled, feeling release nearing him.
“Beg for it, beg for my fucking cum~”
“Yes, yes, sir, please, use me as your royal bucket, I want it, I want it,
sir!”
Dualscar dug his nails into Karkat’s hip, thrusting in him sporadically, before
gritting his teeth and releasing inside his student.
Karkat lay limp on the table, barely conscious, as purple fluid slowly leaked
from his nook.
Dualscar sighed, leaning back in his chair and staring at his work, before
propping a cigarette between his teeth and lighting it accordingly.
Damn.
He wished he had a bucket to empty the kid out with… poor thing.
Dualscar looked the boy up and down, a small sense of accomplishment settling
into his mind. “I’d like to make a habit out of this, If it’s all the same to
you. No quadrants, just you, me, and that pretty little nook of yours.”
Karkat met his eye and shuddered, swallowing and nodding slowly.
“Perfect. Now let’s clean you up and send you home, shall we?”
Chapter End Notes
     Ugh, thank you guys so much for reading! I do have some idea of where
     I want the plot to go with this, but if you have any ideas, PLEASE
     post below, don't be shy! I think it would be a lot of fun to see
     where you guys might want to take this, and I would be happy to add
     in some kinks for my lovely readers!
     Thank you, and I hope you enjoyed!
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay, yo, here's the deal. In hindsight I realize I went a little
     overboard with the incest n shit in this chapter. So... if you're at
     all like, not even in the mood for this, just... skip the chapter.
     All you need to know is that Kankri gets involved. *thumbs up*
Cronus tapped his foot on the linoleum tile of the kitchen, waiting expectantly
for Karkat to return home. He had managed to get Kankri out of the house,
sending him to the store for things they already had. Now all he had to do was
wait.
Karkat didn't walk so much as wobble home, his hips stiff, and a bloated
sensation in his stomach. He was wearing a pair of Eridan's pants that Dualscar
happened to have on hand, and as shitty as that was, it would be a hell of a
lot easier to explain than the disaster that was his jeans.
He finally was able to make his way up to the apartment. The boy punched the
code into the number pad and opened the door.
Mr. Ampora had given him... instructions on how to get the remaining genetic
material out of his seed-flap, so he was going to do that, asap.
"KANKRI, I'M HOOOOME!" He called, pulling off his shoes and walking into the
kitchen. He froze.
Cronus looked at him from across the table, staring at him expectantly. "Sorry,
kid, but it looks like Kan is going to be out for a little while." The
seadweller cracked a grin.
Oh no.
Fuck that.
He was bloated as it was, and he didn't even want to think about taking another
bulge until that problem was solved. He walked past the seadweller without a
word, and made his way into the bathroom. He crossed over to the loadgaper- ah-
TOILET- Kankri was trying to get him to use more sophisticated vocabulary- and
sat down accordingly. He pulled the little note that his teacher had written
him out of his back pocket, and took a deep breath.
He reached his fingers into his nook, before scissoring them apart slowly.
Nothing happened. He pulled them apart further, and gave a quiet whine, violet
material releasing from his seedflap, and splashing into the toilet.
He gave a shaky exhale and pulled his fingers from his nook, revealing his
purple coated hand. Absent-mindedly, he stuck the fingers in his mouth, the
taste sending a shiver up his spine.
Karkat continued to lap up the material on his hand and wrist, eyes going hazy.
Meanwhile:
User: It didn't vwork.
Customer service: Seaudweller w/ mutaunt, right?
User: Yeah... didn't vwork.
Customer service: Whaut... didn't work?
User: I put the pre-material in his food like you said, but vwhen he got back
from school, he wasn't horny or anyfin...
Customer service: You're kidding. You sent him into public like that?
User: ... Vwas that a thing I should not have done?
Customer service: Aund school none the less... fucking hell... No, thaut waus
au thing you should NOT hauve done!
User: Vwhy not?
Customer service: Why do you think? He's going to be leauking pre-material aull
over the plauce, he's going to smell like a bitch in heaut to aunyone with a
keen nose, aund he's going to be begging for auny bulge that comes his wauy!
There is no wauy he's not getting suspended for that...
User: oh. did I fuck up?
Customer service: Yes. Yes you did. Now, aus to why he's not horny, he
probaubly got fucked by someone auround your blood color before you got the
chaunce.
User: ... oh my god.
Cronus closed his laptop and fished out his phone, before clicking on his dad's
contact.
CA: hey.
CA:<< Ahh, Cronus, I wanted to talk to you actually.
CA: right. about what?
CA:<< About Karkat.
CA: you fucked him, didnt you.
CA: << Yeah.
CA: YOU RAGING CUNT.
CA: << I did nothing you didn't.
CA: PSHHHHHHHH... I DIDNT FUCK HIM
CA: << Yes you did.
CA: ... nuhuh.
CA:<< Cronus, I know you did and so do you. You're fooling no-one.
CA:<< ...
CA:<< ...
CA:<< Cronus, what is taking you so ever loving long to type?
CA:<< :/.
CA:<< You are still there, right?
CA: ....................../´¯/)
..........................,/¯../
........................../..../
.................../´¯/'...'/´¯¯`·¸
................/'/.../..../......./¨¯\
.............('(...´...´.... ¯~/'...')
..............\.................'...../
................''...\.......... _.·´
..................\..............(
...................\.............\...
 CA: << Ahh.
 CA: FUCK~YOU~
CA: << Cronus, calm down.
 CA: THAT IS THE LAST TIME I AM EWVER SENDING HIM TO SCHOOL LIKE THAT
AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CA: << ...Care to elaborate?
CA: HE VWAS ONLY HORNY, BECAUSE I *MADE* HIM HORNY!!!
 CA: << ... you drugged him, didn't you.
 CA: NO. NUHUH.
CA: << Okay, that's a little fucked up, not going to lie.
 CA: I DID NOT.
 CA: << Yes you did.
 CA: OKAY, MAYBE I DID. KIND OF.
 CA: << Of course you did. Now, are we going to keep fighting, or are you going
to work something out with me?
 CA: im not doing it again, if thats what youre suggesting.
 CA: << You are, and you will.
 CA: YOU CANT MAKE ME
 CA: << Maybe not, but I can stop paying your phone service.
 CA: you vwouldnt.
 CA: << I would.
 CA: ...
 CA: << Great, now that that's settled, he has a pair of Eridan's pants. Remind
him to bring them back to school tomorrow.
 
*Cronus closed his phone and leaned back in his chair, groaning in pure
frustration.

The bathroom door opened, and out stepped Karkat.
Cronus stiffened and noted that Karkat had purple on his lips and chin.
His bulge also seemed to notice.
The mutant blood walked towards his room, but before he could escape behind the
door, Cronus stood, and grabbed him by the wrist.
"You have something on your face." He muttered, cupping Karkat's chin.
Karkat stared up at him, and gave the most perfect "OH SHIT" expression he had
ever seen.
Cronus dragged his tongue across the boy's chin, pausing to kiss him. Oh god,
it tasted like his dad.
Karkat groaned, and pushed closer up to the seadweller.
"Follovw me." Cronus lead Karkat into the master bedroom.
Kankri slept in his own room, as he feared that despite his romantic
relationship with Cronus, it would be too intimate. The plus side was, that
meant Cronus could keep little 'secrets' in his room. He instructed Karkat to
sit on the mattress, before reaching under the bed and pulled out a shoebox. He
dumped the contents onto the mattress.
Karkat's eyes widened at the toys, including a sheathe plug, a vibrator, a
dildo and... an anal plug. He wasn't even surprised.
**"Sh... nothing too much yet... I just want to make you feel good." better
than my dad can, he thought, bitterly.
Cronus pushed Karkat to the bed. He picked up the vibrator, and pulled down
Karkat's pants... no... they were Eridan's...
His bulge seemed to like that.
He rubbed the tip of the vibrator around Karkat's nook, before pressing it in.
The boy groaned, head lolling back.
Then Cronus turned it on.
Karkat stiffened, and moaned deep and loud, toes curling.
"Hah, you like that, don't you?"
"Yes, sir, I do~"
sir?
Cronus narrowed his eyes and grabbed Karkat by the hair. "Don't call me that."
He growled. He didn't want to be called anything that Karkat had picked up from
Dualscar.
"I... sorry... what should I call you?"
His mind raced for a second. "Daddy. Call me daddy."
Karkat groaned in approval. "Yes, Daddy."
Cronus cracked a smile, and turned the vibrator up.
Karkat mewled in response, hips bucking forward.
Cronus pulled the waistband of his pants down and fished out his bulge. "Open
your mouth."
Karkat did so gladly, bending forward, and dragging his tongue across the
underside of Cronus's bulge.
Cronus groaned. "Yeah, yeah, keep doing that. "
Karkat swirled his tongue around the tip, his hands holding the rest in place.
"Yeah... you love daddy's cock, right?"
"Yes, daddy!" Karkat chimed, sucking on the side.
"And daddy loves your sweet little lips around it..."
Karkat moaned in response, starting to take Cronus in his mouth.
Cronus felt the younger gag, but when he tried to pull out, Karkat grabbed onto
his hips, and forced more of Cronus down his throat.
"Oh... fuck yes..." Cronus growled, grabbing Karkat by the hair, and pulling
his head further down. "You're a real... fucking slut... you know that?" Cronus
asked, thrusting in and out of Karkat's mouth.
Karkat hummed in agreement.
"Ah... good boy..."
The two jumped in unison at the sound of the front door opening and closing.
"Cr9nus? I g9t the things you required~"
"Oh shit..." Cronus hissed, and scooped the unoccupied toys back into the box.
"Hide," He whispered to Karkat, and stuffed his bulge back in his pants. He
left the bedroom and went to greet his boyfriend.
"Hey there, Kan, Hovw did everything go?"
"Ah, adequately, I supp9se... th9ugh there was this 9ne sales tr9ll that really
ru66ed me the wr9ng way,"
Cronus leaned against the kitchen table, and nodded, pretending to listen to
his matesprite's woes. He wasn't. He was thinking about fucking him. He looked
him up and down a couple of times, but Kankri was too focused on his story to
notice. He wanted to bend him over right here, right now. Teach him to be
fucking grateful again-
And then he stopped talking.
That had Cronus's attention, as silence was a very rare occurrence when it came
to his partner.
Kankri stared blankly at the ground for a second, legs clamped together and
squirming. "Ah... my... ap9l9gies... um... as I was saying,"
Cronus briefly wondered why he didn't just run to the bathroom, but then
snickered in realization. This was a test for Kankri. If he ran off and
masturbated to get it over with... well, he wouldn't exactly be sticking to his
code. He would just be another animal, falling slave to his primal urges.
He figured he might just test his boyfriend as well. However, he had a sneaking
suspicion that his lover would fail...
Cronus slowly moved closer to Kankri, and placed a hand against his cheek.
"Wha- Cr9nus, I d9 n9t feel that it is appr9priate f9r y9u t9 6e-"
"Shhh. It's okay," Cronus whispered, backing Kankri against a wall. "Just
relax, Kan. It's been a rough week. Let me make you feel better~"
"Ah... Cr9nus... h9wever... tempting it may be..."
"Just say yes."
"...yes..." Kankri's response was more of a strangled whine than anything. He
didn't know what had gotten into him, and his expression twisted to one of
horrified confusion for a brief second... but for some reason, he just...
didn't want to argue. He chalked it up to being too tired... but another part
of him, the part of him that was making his bulge twist right now.... and his
nook ache... wanted this... Still, he must act as a staple for self control. If
nothing else, then to set an example for Karkat's sake. "Wait... Cr9nus..."
The seadweller silenced him with a kiss on the lips.
"9kay."
"Perfect."
Cronus took the other by the hand, and was about to take him into Kankri's
room, but the Mutant stopped in his tracks. "If we're d9ing this, it's g9ing t9
6e 9n y9ur 6ed, n9t mine."
"Wait, Kan,"
Kankri opened the door to Cronus's room, breath heavy. It smelt like sex. But
then again, that was probably just him.
Cronus bit his lip, and followed his lover into the room.
Karkat froze, covering his mouth with his hand. It was Kankri. He closed his
eyes in terror as he felt his older brother sit down on the bed he was hiding
under. This was it, he was going to get caught, pants-less, with a vibrator in
his nook, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He considered pulling
it out, but he wasn't sure how to turn it off, and if Kankri didn't hear it
now, he most certainly would without the walls of his nook muffling the noise.
That, and it felt fucking amazing.
Kankri took deep breaths, calming himself. He wasn't going to initiate
anything. It would just be Cronus. It's not dirty if you don't actively
contribute... right..?
Cronus sat between Kankri's legs, and ran his hands under his sweater, pulling
it over his head. He then glanced up at the redblood, meeting his eye, before
pulling his pants down his legs, and to the floor.
Karkat stared at the discarded clothing in disbelief. No way. There was no way
they were fucking...
Cronus looked down at Kankri's unsheathed bulge, and took a deep breath. He had
to do this right. He actually had a relationship to worry about here.
He kissed Kankri delicately, and pushed two fingers inside him.
Kankri moaned into Cronus's mouth, grabbing onto his back. "I l9ve y9u," He
mumbled.
"Yeah, lovwe you too."
Karkat trembled under the bed, his hand moving to his bulge. He wasn't actually
going to touch himself to the sounds of his brother being fucked... was he?
Yeah... yeah, he was.
Cronus pulled his fingers out of Kankri, and brought them up to his lips. He
was planning on sucking them clean himself, but Kankri beat him to it,
caressing his fingertips with his tongue. "Heh... good boy..." He murmured,
then stiffened in fear of triggering another lecture.
No such lecture came.
Cronus relaxed, led his bulge to Kankri's nook, and pushed in.
"AAAH~ FUCK, CR9NUS~<3"
Of course Kankri would be loud in the bedroom. Kankri was loud in general.
"You pretty little lowblood nook is so nice and warm..." Cronus groaned,
willing to push this. He wanted to see what he could say before Kankri stopped
him.
"Yes, yes, fuck, a6use my n99k, I want t9 feel it!"
And... yeah Kankri wasn't going to stop him.
Cronus chuckled in Kankri's ear. "Fuck... all this time with your celibacy
bullshit... and really, you just didn't vwant me to know you vwere a little
vwhore, isn't that right?"
Kankri said nothing.
Fuck.
Cronus might have actually hit a nerve there...
"Don't get me vwrong though..." Cronus tried to correct himself. "I think I
like you a lot better like this."
"G9d, Cr9nus... I'm n9t a wh9re..."
"Oh, really?" He growled. "Then vwhy don't I just leawve you here? After all,
if you're not a vwhore, you vwouldn't need my cock."
"N9! D9n't g9!"
"Then say it."
"I... I'm a wh9re. I'm y9ur wh9re... g9d, I'm such a filthy d9g!" Kankri
announced, a lump forming in his throat.
"And you're perfect." Cronus added, cupping Kankri's cheek.
Kankri inhaled, and nodded, some of the shame fading away.
Karkat in the meanwhile, was shocked. No other words. Just shocked. His big
brother was a cockslut. His... big brother was a cockslut too... Karkat pumped
his hand up and down his bulge, listening to Kankri's moans, Cronus's words. He
wondered...
Slowly, Karkat pulled himself out from under the bed, to see Cronus absolutely
pounding into Kankri's nook. Neither of them seemed to notice him. He slowly
sat up, and not knowing how else to get his attention, grabbed onto his
brother's bulge.
Kankri looked up at him, stiffened, and managed a half scream, half moan.
Cronus turned to Karkat and covered his eyes with his hands.
"FUCKFUCKFUCKFUKCUFKCUFKCUFKUFKCUFUCK, KARKAT, IT'S N9T WHAT IT L99KS LIKE!!"
Rather than argue, Karkat instead continued to pump his hand up and down his
brother's cock. "It's okay..." He crawled onto his brother's lap, Kankri far to
shocked and confused to fight it. Kankri's bulge twisted, and found it's way
into Karkat's nook, pushing alongside the slender vibrator.
"N-n9-" Kankri muttered, but his words faded away as Karkat started moving his
hips.
Cronus snickered, silently praising the kid for what he perceived as pure
genius. He started thrusting into Kankri again, earning strangled moans.
Cronus then reached between Karkat and himself, finding the vibrator and
turning it up to it's highest setting.
The two brothers moaned in unison, Karkat rocking his hips forward, effectively
bouncing on his brother's cock.
"Fuck, Kankri!" Karkat moaned, grinding his hips onto the other.
"Ah... wait, Cr9nus, sl9w d9wn, I'm-" Kankri was cut off by his own orgasm. His
bulge spasmed inside Karkat, pumping their shared color into him.
"Ahhh... fuck yes..." Karkat moaned deeply, the fluids stretching his nook and
making the vibrations all the more intense.
He continued riding his spent brother without hesitation.
Cronus grabbed onto Kankri's hips, and desiring his own orgasm, began to ravish
him.
"C-cr9nus-"
"Say you're my vwhore, say it!"
Kankri moaned at the request, "I'm y9ur wh9re, Cr9nus!"
"And I'm- I'm your pretty little bulge slut!" Karkat chimed in.
Cronus grit his teeth and held his breath, slamming his hips inside Kankri one
more time, before spilling purple into him. He sighed deeply, content, and
pulled out of his lover.
Karkat removed himself from Kankri and started licking and sucking at Cronus's
bulge hungrily.
The seadweller sighed and leaned back, petting Karkat's hair.
Kankri propped himself up on his elbows and stared at the scene in front of
him. He crawled over to his brother, and without a second thought, started
pumping the vibrator in and out of his nook.
Karkat moaned, rolling his hips against the movement. "Yes, please, Kankri,
fuck me!"
Kankri continued, the words settling into his mind. His younger brother...
begging him for... "wh9re!" Kankri growled, and dug his fingernails into
Karkat's thigh.
"Ahh... Yes..." Karkat responded, slumping against Cronus's lap, still licking
at his bulge.
"Y9u filthy, putrid, dirty little bitch." Kankri pumped the vibrator in and out
of his brother, faster and faster.
"I am, I am!" Karkat moaned in agreement, bobbing his head submissively.
Kankri landed a swat on Karkat's thigh. "Y9u're disgusting," he hissed.
"Kankri- ahh- Fuck, I'm close!"
Without pausing to think, Kankri removed the vibrator, and forced it cleanly
into his brother's wastechute.
Karkat's eyes widened in confusion at the sensation, his bulge twisting up and
his nook tensing, before spilling red material onto the sheets. He shuddered,
tensing his nook, trying to find something for it to grab onto... but instead
he found the toy sticking out of his asshole. God... fuck yes... He relaxed and
placed his head on Cronus's lap, purring sweetly.
"Vwow, Kan. I didn't knovw you had it in you."
"Karkat..." Kankri muttered, voice shaking in disbelief. He turned his brother
over to look at him, Karkat smiling serenely.
"Karkat, I'm s9 s9rry!-"
Karkat shook his head, and pulled Kankri down into a kiss. "Don't be," he
muttered.
"I didn't mean it! The things I said! Y9u... y9u're n9t disgusting- y9u're-"
"-Perfect." Cronus supplied.
"Perfect."
***** Chapter 5 *****
Kankri stared at his ceiling, wide awake as he had been for the past four
hours. He couldn't stop thinking about Karkat. Or Cronus. But to his dismay,
mostly his brother. He couldn't help it, his nook just felt so  good  around
his bulge. It wasn't his fault. I-in fact, Cronus was the one who started all
this, if anyone was to blame it was him! What he did was unacceptable... he
should leave.
 
but where would you go?
No where... no, he couldn't. If he left, he would either have to leave Karkat
alone with that sex maniac, or worse... take him with him. They would get
caught eventually, and then they would be deported back to afterus. He didn't
even want to think about that becoming a reality.
A shiver ran up his spine as he realized that the two were completely at
Cronus's mercy... they couldn't leave, no matter what he did to them.
be glad he's so good to you.
Kankri rolled over and shut his eyes. He couldn't sleep, but he could at least
he could pretend.
Cronus was up earlier than usual, and started making breakfast. He figured he
owed it to the two for the time they showed him last night. He... also needed
to drug Karkat with his pre-cum again, or he would have to answer to his dad
and a potential lack of phone service. Fuuuuck, he had to think about what that
customer service troll had told him though... he didn't want to risk Karkat
getting suspended, or worse... He would have to come up with a plan... He
cracked two eggs into the pan.
Karkat groaned and sat up, stretching, his nook fluttering pleasantly. He
stood.... and fuck, he still had Kankri's cum in him. He got dressed and
started walking to the bathroom, smiling at Cronus on the way.
Cronus greeted him with a smirk in turn, and looked down at the pan. He heard
the bathroom door close, and bit his lip. Fuck, he probably had to do this now.
He removed his bulge, only having to reminisce about last nights events for it
to slide out freely.
He pumped his translucent purple into the food, wringing as much as he could
from his bulge, and scraping all that remained from his fingers and onto the
scrambled eggs.
Karkat licked what remained of Kankri from his fingers once again, savoring the
taste. It was similar to his own, but slightly... sweeter.
Cronus stirred the eggs one last time, before dividing them evenly between the
three plates he had set up.
Karkat stepped out of the bathroom, this time making sure to not leave any
residue on his face.
Cronus looked over to him and bit his lip. "Uh... Karkat, listen, we need to
talk about something,"
"Yeah?"
"Uh... my dad told me about what happened yesterday, and-"
"-Oh god."
"No, no, it's okay. I just... vwant to make sure you don't... vwell, leak...
all over yourself again. This isn't punishment, just precaution. Follovw me."
Cronus led Karkat back into the master bedroom, and pulled out the shoebox
again. He reached in and retrieved the sheathe plug.
"You... oh god..." Karkat murmured.
Cronus closed the door, Karkat sitting on the bed and removing his pants.
"Do you vwant me to put it in?" Cronus offered.
Karkat nodded, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead.
"This might hurt a little."
Karkat hissed as Cronus pushed the tip in, slowly but surely, burying the toy
in Karkat's sheathe.
"Are you good?"
"...Yeah..." Karkat responded, his bulge starting to pulse under the pressure.
"Do I have to keep this in all day?"
"Yeah. Sorry, Chief..."
Karkat grunted. "It's okay." He paused. "What about my nook?"
Cronus bit his lip. "Vwe have cotton balls in the bathroom. I'll... help you
out."
The two left to the restroom, Cronus looking down at the teen, eyes hazy.
He sat Karkat on the toilet, and pulled the cotton balls out of the cabinet.
"You can close your eyes, if it helps."
He took some of the fluffy material, and started pushing it into the boy's
nook.
Karkat whined, toes curling, as he felt the cotton being stuffed into him,
piece by piece. Just when he thought that Cronus was done, he added another
one. And another one... and- "Stop... please," Karkat whined.
Cronus looked him in the eye and smiled slightly. "All you needed to say." He
ran his tongue over Karkat's nook, sending a wonderful shiver up the boy's
spine.
"Now... let's go have breakfast, shall we?"
On their way to the kitchen, Cronus paused and knocked on Kankri's door. "Hey,
bud, I made breakfast. Come and eat, will you?"
Kankri groaned, but stood and opened the door regardless. "Alright... thank y9u
f9r c99king, by the way..." He said and brushed past his lover to take his seat
at the table.
Cronus smirked. Thank you. Hah.
The three sat down, Cronus staring at Kankri from across the table as he
started eating the precum-laced eggs.
All of a sudden, Kankri stiffened, and grabbed his sides. "Oh my god..." he
muttered, a red flush rising to his cheeks.
"Kankri, are you okay?" Karkat asked, brow furrowing.
Kankri stared at him for a good five seconds, before releasing his torso.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." He responded, quite unconvincingly, and continued
eating.
After a few more bites, Karkat was squirming in his own seat, but Cronus chose
not to draw attention to it. The kid probably just thought it was the sheathe
plug. He continued eating his own food.
"Hey, Karkat, you should probably get going right about novw. Pack your stuff,
and I'll get your leftowvers as lunch."
Karkat nodded and stood, scrunching his face together at the sensation for a
bit, before returning to his room.
" Psst, Cr9nus, s9mething is very wr9ng ," Kankri hissed.
"Uh... vwhat is it?"
Kankri looked down, eyes going slightly hazy. "I... Cr9nus..." He whined.
Cronus noted that Kankri had started rocking his hips against the chair. He
chose to pay no attention to it, and instead picked up Karkat's plate and found
a tupperware to scoop it into.
The kid returned with his backpack slung over his shoulder.
Kankri turned around in his seat and looked up at his brother, breath hitched,
and tears actually starting to prickle his eyes.
" Fuck me ,"  He whispered.
Karkat looked down at him. "I- I..."
The older mutant buried his face in his hands, trembling, little please
escaping his lips.
Cronus chose to intervene. He pushed the eggs into Karkat's hands. "Go catch
the bus." He muttered, and lead him to the exit.
Karkat glanced back at his brother once more, before closing the door behind
him.
Cronus turned and looked Kankri up and down. "Tell me vwhat you vwant."
Karkat sat down in his usual place on the bus. He tried not to pay attention to
the people around him, and instead focused on the sound of the wheels thudding
against the asphalt road. It was almost able to distract him from the aching in
his sheathe. He closed his eyes and sighed, trying to ignore the feeling into
submission.
**
"YES! G9D, PLEASE, FASTER!!!"
Cronus grit his teeth, grinning, and dug his nails into Kankri's hips. "You
read my fucking mind," he hissed, picking up the pace.
Kankri moaned, hips twitching in Cronus's grip. He couldn't exactly... see
Cronus in this position, stomach down on the table, but his voice was more than
enough to set him on edge.
"Fuck, I've wanted to do this to you for so fucking long," Cronus murmured.
"Maybe next, I can tie you up, vwait for you to finally get desperate enough...
until you're begging me to take you hovwevwer I vwant." He dragged his fingers
down Kankri's ass, until he found his wastechute. "Remember vwhat you did to
your brother last night?"
Kankri groaned, shivering at the thought.
"FUCKING ANSVWER ME, SLUT!" Cronus growled, and slapped him across his ass.
"Y-yes, daddy, I remember," Kankri managed.
"Good boy... he sure seemed to like it, didn't he?"
"Yes daddy~"
"I bet you wanna knovw what that feels like too... don't you?"
"9h... 9h, yes, daddy, I d9!"
"Of course you do." Cronus reached his fingers down, and coated them with their
combined pre-material. He pushed one finger in, slowly.
"Aaaah, fuck~" Kankri cried out, curling his head back.
"Yeah, yeah you like that, don't you?"
"Yes, daddy, I do!"
"Good vwhore. But then again, you'd like anything I did to you, right?"
Kankri groaned. "Yes, fuck, daddy~"
"And vwho do you belong to novw?"
"I bel9ng t9 y9u, daddy!"
"Vwould you fuck your brother for me? Take him nice and good, until he's a
moaning vwreck?"
Kankri grit his teeth, shivering.
"I thought I told you to ansvwer me,"
Kankri groaned, but said nothing.
"Say it, say that you vwant to fuck your brother! You vwant to turn him into a
little cock-slut yourself, don't you?"
"I- I want t9 fuck my br9ther, daddy, I want t9 see him bec9me even m9re 9f a
wh9re than I am~" Kankri managed, tears prickling his eyes.
It isn't right... he shouldn't be thinking about Karkat like that...
Cronus pumped the finger in and out, and then added another. "Vwhat do you
vwant me to do to you?" Cronus demanded, moving the digits at an unforgiving
pace.
"Fuck, Cr9nus... I want y9u in my wastechute! please, put y9ur bulge in there~"
he whined.
"Perfect," Cronus removed his fingers and pulled his bulge out of Kankri's
nook. He fed it in slowly. "Oh, fuck, yes..." He groaned.
Kankri buried his head in his arm, breath steadily speeding up.
Once Cronus was fully sheathed, he started a steady pace.
Kankri moaned and began moving his hips against Cronus.
Cronus let out a low chuckle, and rested his chest on Kankri's back. "How much
do you vwanna bet I'm gonna make you cum... just like this... no nook, no
bulge..."
"Please... please d9..." Kankri pleaded.
Cronus grinned and slowly sped up the pace. "You know, I'm starting to think
that this was your calling... under me, begging for my cock..." he licked a
trail up Kankri's neck. "vwhore."
Kankri shivered, his hips still bucking up into Cronus's touch. "Daddy... I..."
"Aww, come on, doll face, I'm only pointing out the obwvious. You're my pretty
little bulge slut, just like your brother."
Kankri gave a low trill, shaking his head slightly.
"Don't be like that... say it with me novw... vwhore, vwhore..."
"Wh9re... wh9re..."
"Y9u're a vwhore, Kanny." The way Cronus said it... it was such a comforting
tone... like he was giving a complement.
"I'm... I'm a wh9re, Cr9nus!"
Cronus's pace sped up. "That's daddy's good little boy, you vwant daddy to cum
inside your little vwhore ass, right?"
"Ghnn, yes daddy, yes, PLEASE~"
Cronus growled and slipped into a sporadic pace, before grabbing Kankri roughly
by the hips and spilling into him.
Kankri groaned, muscles relaxing.
Slowly, Cronus pulled out, breath heavy. "You didn't finish..." He muttered.
"I-s9rry, daddy,"
Cronus tisked, and left into his bedroom.
Kankri rolled over and sat up, out of breath. For some reason, even though he
didn't orgasm, he felt satisfied as fuck...
Cronus returned from his room, holding the vibrator from yesterday.
Kankri moaned at the sight, his right hand absent mindedly playing with his
bulge.
"Lay dovwn," Cronus ordered.
Kankri did so, resting his back on the table, his eyes still on Cronus.
Slowly, he pushed the toy in Kankri's wastechute, and began a steady pace.
After Kankri seemed comfortable, he turned up the dial.
Kankri moaned, hips bucking into the toy. "Yes, yes, please~"
"You're such a dirty fucking vwhore, you knovw that Kanny?"
"AHH, CR9NUS~"
"Are you cumming? You really are filthy..."
Kankri nodded, little keens and pleas escaping his lips. "I- AHH, FUCK~"
Kankri's bulge twisted, and a gush of red material released onto the kitchen
table. He groaned, content, and closed his eyes, purring quietly.
Cronus smiled and rubbed his hair, before getting a towel to clean up the mess.


Eventually, the bus paused, and a couple of kids came on, one of which being
Gamzee. Karkat scooted over in favor of his friend sitting next to him.
The purple-blood smiled and sat down. "are you... feeling better, than
yesterday?"
"Uh... yeah. I am." Karkat responded. He was lying for the most part, but he
wasn't nearly as grouchy about the whole thing, so that kinda counted?
"good, good. you know... if you... need... anything, you can come to me..."
"I wouldn't."
Gamzee chuckled. "but you could. and you might."
"Right." Karkat rolled his hips as subtly as he could. God, the plug felt so
god damn awful... but he knew he had to keep it in. Or he would be a fucking
embarrassment all over again.
Gamzee rested his head on his friends shoulder and chuckled. "You know how I
have a good sense of smell... right, brother?"
Oh god.
Karkat turned to meet his friends eye, horrified.
The bus slowed to a stop at the school and the doors opened.
Gamzee gave Karkat a cheerful grin, before standing and shuffling out through
the doors.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     What did you guys think of this chapter? Any critique?
     If you made it to chapter six, thank you so much for reading, btw! I
     really appreciate it!
Mr. Makara stared down at his papers, taking a puff of his cigar. He clicked
his pen a couple times, before making a few scribbles only he would understand.
His ears pricked up at the sound of a slight knock on his door. "Come in," He
muttered, blowing smoke out his nostrils.
Gamzee pushed open the door, rising a grin from his father.
"Gamzee! How are you, motherfucker?" The man asked, cracking his neck. "Did you
go and get yourself in trouble again?"
The boy strolled into the smokey principal's office, hands buried in his
pockets. "No... No, motherfucker, nothing like that."
"Then what are you here for?"
Gamzee sat down at his father's desk, glancing at the floor. He took a deep
breath and closed his eyes. "Are... are heats real?"
GHB blinked, before bursting into a low chuckle. "Depends what kind of drugs
you're on."
Gamzee met his father's eye, the color draining from his painted face.
"Would... would sopor..."
"Pshh, no, motherfucker, calm down. I talking aphrodisiacs."
"... what."
"Love drug, motherfucker. You know, make a brother get all hot and bothered."
Gamzee frowned, biting the inside of his cheek. "Oh... Kurloz told me about
those."
The large man sucked on his cigar. "Yeah, wouldn't be surprised if the
motherfucker had a steady supply." He flicked the tip of his smoke into his
ashtray. "Why are you asking?"
Gamzee bit his lip. "A... a friend of mine has been acting... odd?"
"What friend?" The larger asked, eyes hazy through the smoke.
"Oh, uh, my buddy, Karkat."
"You think he's in heat?"
Gamzee nodded slightly. "He uh... he smells like... you know. Sex. He did
yesterday too... and he's been acting... horny."
The large man leaned over his desk, staring Gamzee in the eye. "He's a mutant,
right? If any mother fucker is going to be getting their heat on, it's someone
with a genetic misfire."
"So... you think he is?"
"I don't motherfucking know. I do have a question though..." The man took a
deep breath through his cigar. "Are you asking because you're curious, or
because you want to fuck him?"
Gamzee's ears pricked up. He averted his father's eye, and stood to leave. "I-
sorry,"
Ghb lunged from his seat and grabbed Gamzee by the collar. "MOTHERFUCKER, DON'T
WALK AWAY FROM ME!"
Gamzee's eyes widened in terror. "I-I'm sorry!"
The highblood pulled his son close, glaring down at him. "So refresh my memory,
what did you want to do to your friend?" He muttered, taking another deep
breath through his smoke.
"Dad...I..."
"MOTHERFUCKER, SAY IT!"
"I want to fuck him."
The large man grinned. He released his son, and paced around the desk in an
almost predatory manner.
Gamzee shied away slightly.
"And are you going to?" Ghb asked.
 Gamzee bit his lip. "Motherfucker, I... I think so. I mean, if he wants-"
"Gamzee, he is a MUTANT. If you want something from him, you are motherfucking
ENTITLED to it!"
The younger shook his head slightly. "You know I don't think like that,
motherfucker..."
Ghb growled slightly. It was because of the motherfucking sopor. He knew his
son had the initiative in him to take what motherfucking DESERVED- HAHA- maybe
he would just have to snap him out of the high that had robbed him of his
assertive motherfucking nature.
Gamzee seemed to relax slightly as his father cupped his cheek in his hand.
"Sorry," The highblood muttered, before digging his fingernail into the
pressure point under Gamzee's jaw.
"MOTHERFUCKER!" Gamzee screamed, batting his father's hand away. "WHAT THE
MOTHERFUCK WAS THAT?" He demanded, eyes wild.
"What do you want to do to the mutant?"
"I WANT TO FUCK HIM, WE'VE BEEN OVER THIS!"
"And you're going to, right?"
"YES, MOTHERFUCKER, I AM GOING TO FUCK HIM!"
Mr. Makara grabbed his son by the wrist and pinned him to the wall, resting his
head in the crook of Gamzee's neck. "Make me proud."
Gamzee grunted, wrapping his free arm around his dad's back in a moment of
spades driven lust. "will MOTHERFUCKING do-" he hissed. 
The highblood grabbed the boy by the chin and kissed him, leaving the taste of
smoke and booze on his son's tongue.
 
*
Karkat stared at his lunch, hiding in the corner of the locked and empty
classroom. He couldn't stand to face Gamzee after that, and he didn't want to
risk running into him. He had managed to stay as far away from him as possible
for most of the day, but to his dismay, there was little he could do to stop
the stream of thoughts that had polluted his mind. He squirmed in his seat, his
nook pulsing around the cotton balls at the thought. He started eating his
lunch as an attempt to distract himself, pausing between bites as he could feel
his fluids soaking into the cotton. A whine bubbled up in his throat, and a
hand went to the plug in his sheathe. He slowly started rotating it in place,
groaning at the sensation of the plastic rubbing against his swollen bulge.
His breath hitched, hips bucking into his hand as he slowly picked up the pace.
*BANG*BANG
Someone knocked on the door.
Karkat stiffened, jumping in his seat, hand tearing away from his crotch.
*BANG*BANG
He figured it was probably Ms. Pyrope... who's room he was currently occupying.
It would be such a dick move not to let her in.
*BANG*BANG
Hesitantly, he opened the door.
As soon as the lock clicked out of place, the door was thrown open, the force
knocking him to the ground.
Karkat hissed, curling up as he stared at the boy above him. "G-Gamzee-?" He
muttered, sitting up.
"I've been looking for you, best friend." The purple blood approached Karkat as
he began to stand, before placing a foot on his chest and violently pushing him
back to the floor. "I was starting to get worried you wouldn't... take me up on
my offer."
Karkat's eyes widened, his heart rate picking up to a rapid pace. "You... what
the fuck happened to you?"
Gamzee chuckled, sitting on the mutant's waist and burying his face in Karkat's
shoulder. "Oh come now, brother... I know you need this even more than I do."
Karkat struggled briefly to get the clown off him... He... Cronus didn't say he
could... His thoughts were cut off as he felt Gamzee's breath on his neck...
his teeth... on his neck... He looked down at his friend, noting an almost
animistic look in his eye. Karkat's blood went cold, a shiver running up his
spine.
"Stay." Gamzee ordered. The purple blood stood, and kicked the door shut,
before locking it. He turned to look back down at his friend. "I love you," He
mumbled.
Karkat shivered. "I love you too..."
The clown grinned, leaning back down over the boy. "Just wait 'til I'm done
with you~" Gamzee ran his hands under Karkat's sweater, before pulling it over
his head.
The mutant curled his toes, the rush of cold air sending a vulnerable chill up
his spine.
The purple blood made quick work of Karkat's pants, his gaze catching on the
sheathe plug. He narrowed his eyes and ran his tongue over the knob.
"Ampora..." he growled. Gamzee grabbed Karkat by the hair and pulled him up
roughly. "YOU'VE BEEN FUCKING AN AMPORA, HAVEN'T YOU?"
Karkat's eyes widened, as he met Gamzee's enraged stare. "I-I'm sorry-"
Gamzee let out a dry chuckle, leaning against Karkat's neck. "Hah... it's...
okay, brother. I can make you forget about them~"
The purple blood returned to Karkat's crotch. He ran his tongue over the plug
once more, before gripping it in his teeth, and pulling it out slowly.
The mutant keened, throwing his head back in pure ecstasy at the sensation. His
legs trembled as his bulge finally spilled out of his sheathe. "Fuck yeees~"
Gamzee smirked, dropping the plug onto the floor and grabbing Karkat's bulge in
his hands.
Karkat shivered, tears forming in his eyes at the sheer relief that was being
granted to him.
Gamzee continued working the mutant with his tongue, slowly pressing two
fingers into his nook- He paused, eyebrows knitting together. He grabbed onto
the matted fiber, and slowly pulled out couple of cotton balls. "You have got
to be motherfucking kidding me." He reached his fingers further in, earning a
desperate moan from Karkat, as he pulled more and more of the material out.
"Mother... FUCK! I can't reach it!" He hissed, his fingers buried to the
knuckle, grasping for the remaining cotton that tickled his fingertips. He
growled, and added a third finger... then a fourth...
"Gamzee- FUCK~" Karkat whined, hips bucking in response.
"Just... hold on." Gamzee stretched the fingers together and apart, before
pushing them down to the knuckle.
Karkat keened, hips bucking against Gamzee's touch. "Fuck- More! Please~"
Gamzee glanced up at the boy, before biting his lip, and pushing the first part
of his hand inside.
Karkat nodded, moaning in approval. "Fuck yeah... gnn~ keep going!"
The clown continued pushing in, until he felt his fingers against more of the
cotton. He grabbed it, fingers pulling on the connected pieces and slowly
dragging them out.
"Is that all of them?" Gamzee asked, flicking the cotton to the ground, and
licking his fingers clean.
"I-I think so..." Karkat murmured.
"Perfect." Gamzee reached into his pants and pulled out his bulge, stroking it
rhythmically.
Karkat's mouth actually began to water at the sight, hips bucking slightly in
anticipation. "Please... just, fuck me~"
"Desperate already?" Gamzee asked.
"Yes... yes, fuck yes, make me yours!" Karkat moaned, spreading his legs as far
as they would go.
"Heh... you wanna be mine? My little pet?" Gamzee stroked the tip of his bulge
along the lips of Karkat's nook.
"Yes! I do! Please, please, please!"
Gamzee groaned, finally pushing his bulge into Karkat's waiting nook. "Then beg
like the motherfucking bark beast you are."
Karkat moaned, bucking his hips. "Please master, fuck me raw, I want you to use
me! Make me see white, master, I want it so bad!"
The royal blood chuckled, starting a steady pace. "What a good little pet~" He
grit his teeth, grinning. "I think you deserve a reward."
Karkat released a warble as Gamzee started thrusting into him at a ridiculous
rate. "AHHH!~ FUCK!" He yelled, back arching as waves of pleasure raced up and
down his nervous system.
"So, what do you say, pet, do you like that?"
"Master, yes, yes, please, more!"
Gamzee chuckled. "Is that all you can say? HAH, you're starting to sound like a
broken record... you stupid motherfucking whore..."
Karkat nodded, the words only seeming to bring pleasure to his ears. "Yes~ yes,
master, I'm your dumb fucking slut!"
Gamzee released a deep groan, his grip on Karkat's hips tightening. "You really
love being below me don't you? Maybe next I should just put you on a leash and
make you act like the motherfucking bitch you are,"
Karkat keened, the fantasy seeping into his mind. Gamzee holding him on a
leash, while Cronus fucked him nice and deep with his fingers. The mutant
purred quietly, relaxing slightly.
Gamzee chuckled, and began to stroke Karkat's bulge.
Karkat's smile broadened somewhat, and he gave a slight moan.
The purple blood grit his teeth. He needed a better reaction than that. He
pulled his bulge out, drawing a frustrated whine from the mutant beneath him.
"Please, put it back in, master-"
"Shhh, don't you motherfucking worry... I'm going to give you something
better." The clown pushed three fingers inside the mutant once more, before
stretching them apart, and then adding a fourth.
"MASTER, YES~"
That's what he was hoping for. "Oh, yeah, you like it when I stretch your nook
like that huh? You want me to wreck you?"
"Yes, yes I do!"
Gamzee snickered, forcing his hand into the mutant.
Karkat moaned, legs shaking. "Yes..." He murmured. His eyes widened as the
purple-blood started pumping his hand in and out of the mutant, pace speeding
up quickly. "Master, master, I'm cumming~"
"Then cum, you filthy fucking toy. MOTHER FUCKING CUM!"
Karkat moaned, bulge twitching, as he did so gladly. Red material burst from
his nook and bulge, coating his thighs and stomach. He collapesed onto his
back, staring at the ceiling as bliss
Gamzee continued at a slightly slower pace, helping his friend ride out his
orgasm. And then he continued.
Karkat struggled to lift his torso, meeting Gamzee's eye with a confused stare.
"Gamzee-"
"MOTHER-FUCKING-MASTER." The clown corrected him, his pace only speeding up.
"Just because you came doesn't mean I don't own you anymore,"
"Master... I-" Karkat mumbled, his nook twitching around the hand, sensitive
from his orgasm.
"Oh? What was that?" Gamzee asked, near doubling his rate.
"I- I can't take much more!"
"Oh you will. I will motherfucking make you take more, and then some!" Gamzee
growled, eyes wide, managing to move even faster. "You're my TOY, remember? If
I want to do this to you all motherfucking day, then I will." He hissed. "And
besides... the noises you make are so motherfucking sweet, brother.
Karkat whined, legs twitching in Gamzee's grip. "I- I... it's too much..." He
murmured, his nook far too sensitive for the pace Gamzee was trying to set
Gamzee stared down at him. "What did I just MOTHERFUCKING SAY?"
Karkat's eyes widened as he felt a hand swat his thigh. He released a warble,
toes curling, as it hit again and again. "Master~" He gasped, clenching his
fingers into a fist.
"Oh? What was that?" Gamzee asked mockingly as he continued back at his
previous pace. "Is someone ready to be a good little pet?" he demanded,
slapping Karkat's inner thigh once again.
"Ahh~ yes, Master!" 
The royalblood groaned and pulled out slowly. "Then come and accept your
motherfucking treat."
Karkat moaned slightly, crawling onto Gamzee's lap and running his tongue along
the underside of his bulge.
Gamzee groaned. "Yeah, you love the taste of my motherfucking cock, don't you?"
Karkat hummed to the affirmative, sliding his lips up and down the organ.
The highblood gave a slight moan, rubbing Karkat's horns while controlling the
pace he set. "Open your mouth."
Karkat did so immediately, tongue lolling out of his mouth. 
"Good boy," Gamzee muttered, sliding his bulge in slowly. He gave a hushed moan
at the sensation, continuing through Karkat's gags. He began a steady pace,
forcing the majority of his bulge down Karkat's warm throat. "Fuck~" He hissed,
rolling his hips at a faster pace.
Karkat did his best to please the highblood abusing his mouth, rolling his
tongue around the appendage lashing in his maw. 
"Mother fucker, you are mine!" Gamzee growled, his grip on Karkat's hair
tightening. "My little mutant toy, my freak of nature pet~"
Karkat nodded enthusiastically, bobbing his head down Gamzee's length.
"You're not even a troll, you're just a pretty little cock slave,"
The mutant moaned at the words, rocking his hips against Gamzee's leg.
"FUCK! You want my cum, huh? You want me to motherfucking fill you?"
Karkat hummed, eyes wide in anticipation and excitement.
"MOTHERFUuuuuuucK~" Gamzee moaned, forcing Karkat's head all the way down his
shaft, before releasing a rush of purple down his throat.
Karkat made sure to clasp his lips tight around the tentacle, not to allow any
fluid to escape. Bit by bit he swallowed it.
Gamzee sighed, slowly pulling out of the mutant's mouth.
The boy beneath him struggled to catch his breath once the bulge was free, bits
of purple leaking out of the corners of his mouth.
Gamzee tucked his bulge back into his pants, and lay down on the classroom
floor, cuddling the mutant. "I love you~" he murmured, a sleepy tone to his
voice.
"I love you too."
 
Mr. Makara stared idly at the security monitor, stroking his spent bulge.
Redglare had Darkleer set up cameras all over her classroom, to help ensure
"JUST1C3" would always be present in her office.
It was just his luck that was where Gamzee decided to fuck the living daylights
out of that mutant whore. A grin formed on his lips. He was starting to like
this Karkat kid.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"Motherfucker, are you... are you good?"
Karkat nodded, rolling his hips in an attempt to make the plug more
comfortable. He had insisted that Gamzee help him put it back in... he still
thought he would probably start leaking again... "This... we're still friends
right?"
Gamzee chuckled. "Of course... well if you think so."
The mutant nodded, glancing at the ground. "Fuck, I just wish you didn't see me
like that..." he murmured.
The purpleblood glanced at Karkat. "You're not... mad are you?"
Karkat shook his head. "Just fucking embarrassed. Shit, you know I'm not going
to be able to look at you the same way after that, right?"
Gamzee hesitated. "Is that... really so bad?"
Karkat frowned, twiddling his thumbs. "Do you want to... make this like, a
thing?"
Gamzee smiled, glancing at his lap. "Yeah. I would like that. We should
probably... do it a little differently next time though."
The mutant blood glanced over to his friend. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Gamzee shrugged. "I didn't mean to get so... aggressive. My dad just got me all
motherfucking riled up. Sorry."
"Don't worry about it, really."
The clown smiled at his friend. "We should... probably be getting to class."
"Right. Who do we have again?"
"Oh... Mr. Ampora."
Karkat's blood went cold. "Oh."
 
Mr. Ampora stared down at his attendance sheet, his heart sinking slightly at
Karkat's absence. He cracked his back and began the lesson.
Karkat and Gamzee tried to sneak into class as quietly as possible, but to no
avail.
"Karkat... Makara." The two heard Mr. Ampora call. "You're late. Do you have a
slip?"
"Ha, haha," Gamzee chimed. "We would if you could just let us 'slip' by? You
get me?"
"You're terrible," Karkat muttered.
"Karkat," Dualscar added, meeting his eye. "Detention." The man gave Karkat a
wink, sending a shiver up the boy's spine.
"Hey, motherfucker, why don't I have detention?" Gamzee asked, frowning.
"Because your dad scares the shit out of me," Dualscar stated, rising a chuckle
from the class. "Get to your seats."
Karkat swallowed, and followed accordingly.
The teacher began passing out the assignment, instead giving Karkat a note. 
The mutant frowned and read it.
You can just... play on your phone if you want. It'll be our little secret.
Karkat raised an eyebrow, looking up at the Ampora.
The man shrugged, and returned to his desk, beginning his lecture.
 
The class went by quickly, and Karkat did as his teacher asked. He played on
his phone the whole goddamn time. The bell rung, and Karkat remained in his
seat, far too well into the habit of staying for detention.
That is, he would have stayed, if Gamzee hadn't grabbed his arm and started
dragging him out of class.
"Gamzee?" Karkat asked, pulling out of the clown's grip.
Gamzee stared at him, wide eyed. "I don't like the way that motherfucker was
looking at you!" He hissed. "I tasted Ampora on you today, look, if that guy is
doing anything to you he shouldn't be, my dad can-"
Karkat stopped him. "Gamzee, it's fine. He didn't do anything wrong. Don't get
so worried!"
The purpleblood nodded, glancing away from his friend. "Yeah, yeah, who was it
then? Please don't tell me it was Eridan,"
"No... it. It was Cronus, okay, now SHHH, and don't even think about... look,
just let it go, okay? It's cool." Karkat started walking back into the
classroom. "See you tomorrow, asshole," He chimed lovingly, before closing the
door behind him. His blood went cold as he felt the knob click locked behind
him. He also noted that the teacher seemed to have closed the blinds.
Mr. Ampora stared at him from across the room.
"Uh, listen," Karkat started. "I don't... I'm just here for detention, okay?"
Dualscar's brows knit together, looking the boy up and down. "So you just...
don't want to."
"Not... really."
The man grit his teeth, turning his back to the student. Damn. He was looking
forward to this, too. "You still have detention, so just, do homework or
something, I don't care."
The mutant took his seat, avoiding eye-contact with his teacher.
The man pulled out his phone, and sent a message to his son.
CA:<< Oi.
CA: wvhat
CA:<< You said you would drug him.
CA: yeah and i fucking did
CA:<< Certainly doesn't appear that way. Say, Cronus, phone service is a little
expensive these days, you know?
CA: POPS, I'M TELLING YOU, I DID WVHAT YOU ASKED!
CA:<< He's acting nothing like he did yesterday. At all.
CA: ... i think i know wvhat happened.
CA:<< What.
CA: someone got to him before you? its wvhat happened to me yesterday. after
you fucked him, he just wasnt in the mood wvhen he came home.
CA:<< ... Fuckin' Makara.
CA: ur kidding.
CA:<< *You're, and no. I'm not. I don't suppose you have a suggestion to...
remedy- this situation?
CA: *UR* and maybe? Idk. The Makaras are still lower than us on the spectrum,
so he should be a little horny? i think that's howv it wvorks?
CA:<<... what kind of drug is this?
CA: Uh. It's hemo-related, dont' wvant to go into detail rn, tell u later.
Also, can you get him to bring home his tupperware today? I don't wvanna have
to buy more.
CA:<<... of course.
 
Dualscar glanced up at Karkat. "Hey. Cronus wants to make sure you return your
Tupperware. Do you... have your lunch with you?"
Karkat paused. "Uh, no, I left it... somewhere, can I go get it real quick?"
"Go ahead." The man watched him go, a sense of guilt beginning to brim on his
conscience.
Karkat left towards the exit, opening the door, pausing at the sound of someone
scrambling away from the exit. He looked out, and saw a shadow running around
the corner. He... wanted nothing to do with whatever that was.
The boy jogged down the hall to Mrs. Pyropes room, stiffening as he saw her
sitting at her desk. "Uh... hello, Mrs. Pyrope."
Redglare continued sniffing her papers. "h3llo, K4rk4t." She muttered.
The mutant swallowed and crossed over to the classroom's far corner, grabbing
his abandoned food.
"Le4ving th1ngs 1n my cl4ssroom, I s33."
"Uh, sorry, Ma'am."
"4nyth1ng 3ls3 you would l1k3 to apologize for?"
"Um..."
She sighed and covered her face with her hands. "You know wh4t... n3v3rm1nd."
She muttered, dismissing him.
The boy sprinted for the exit.
 
Dualscar stared down at his desk, chewing on his lip. He didn't want to lose.
He wasn't going to lose to a fuckin' Makara of all people.
He glanced up at Karkat, the boy walking over to his desk and dropping the
lunch next to his backpack.
The kid sat down, burying his face in his hands.
"What's the matter?" Dualscar asked, standing and approaching him.
"I'm a fucking whore,"Karkat grumbled, collapsing on the desk.
Dualscar sighed, taking a breath through his cigarette. "And is someone making
you feel shitty about that?"
Karkat glanced up at him, taking an angry huff. "So you agree, then."
Dualscar blew out his smoke, looking Karkat in the eye. "Listen, kid, in your
case, a whore just means a sexy piece of work, getting what he deserves. A good
fucking time. People only make that seem like a bad thing because they're not
getting as much bulge/nook as you are."
The boy glanced at the table. "It's just... embarrassing."
The man rolled his eyes. "What about it?"
Karkat shivered. "It should be... private... special."
"Says who."
"What?"
"Who the fuck are you quoting there, or is that just a thing people say without
any god-damn context?"
"Huh. Touche."
Dualscar sucked on his cigarette some more, before rubbing Karkat's head.
"Look... 'special' doesn't mean shit. Everything is special, and as long as
you're enjoying yourself, no one can say otherwise. So. Did you enjoy yourself
yesterday?"
Karkat nodded, cheeks flushing at the memory. "Yeah. I did."
The purple blood scoffed. "So who the fuck cares? You had fun, I had fun, seems
like a win-win. Nothing to feel bad about."
Karkat smiled slightly. "I... wasn't just thinking of yesterday."
"Oh?" Dualscar asked, taking a puff of smoke.
Karkat gripped his arms. "I... fuckedgamzeeatlunch."
Dualscar nodded. "Oh. Did you have fun?"
Karkat nodded again. "But... I did it... in Mrs. Pyropes, and I'm pretty sure
she knows, and god, I feel like she's judging me so hard..."
The man grinned, chuckling slightly. "Karkat. She has two kids. She fucks too.
Chill."
"But not in classrooms!"
"Ghb would vouch to the contrary..."
Karkat went pale. "You're kidding."
*Dualscar shrugged. "Hey, who's judging?" He ran his hand down his student's
cheek. "So... how about you and I have a little more... 'fun'?"
The boy shivered, leaning in to his teacher's touch.
The purpleblood stood, holding Karkat to his chest. "I told you I wanted to
make this a habit, didn't I?" he hissed into the younger's ear.
Karkat whimpered slightly as the man rubbed his thigh against his crotch,
making the plug roll against his bulge. The boy moaned, wrapping his arms
around the older man.
**Mr. Ampora pushed him down onto a desk, before pulling down the kid's pants.
he chuckled at what he saw. "I see Cronus sent you prepared," the man noted,
gripping the sheathe plug in his fingers.
Karkat gasped as the man rubbed it around, putting more pressure on his bulge
than ever. He squirmed, toes curling.
Dualscar continued, kneading the organ roughly, and drawing more hushed moans
from Karkat. "Fucking beautiful," he muttered, before kissing the boy
passionately. He slowly pulled the toy out. "So, you wanna be my gorgeous
fucking whore, kid?" he breathed, starting to stroke his bulge.
Karkat's breath hitched, hips beginning to roll. "Yeah... yeah, I would," He
muttered, clutching his teacher's shirt.
"Perfect," The adult pulled Karkat's legs onto his shoulders, leaving him full
access to the mutant's nook and bulge. He bent down and dragged his tongue up
the slit, rising a moan from the boy. He grinned down at the kid, and began to
suck on his bulge.
Karkat keened, hips starting to rock.
The teacher reached around, and slipped two fingers in the boy's nook, curling
them against the walls.
"You're so fuckin pretty like this, you know that?" The Dualscar asked,
searching around Karkat's nook for his g-spot.
"T-thank you, sir."
"Yeah... your color is almost as beautiful as it is repulsive," The man
muttered, stiffening as he quickly wished he had filtered that out. He met
Karkat's eyes, and swore he could see spades in them.
The boy's loathing sentiment quickly crumbled as Dualscar stroked his nerves in
the most amazing way. "F-FUCK! Sir~" He moaned, hips rolling against the
fingers.
Dualscar put his mouth back on the bulge, glad to have gotten away with his
comment, speeding up the pace of his fingers.
"Fuck... sir, I- I think I'm close-" Karkat murmured, legs shaking.
Mr. Ampora grinned, and removed his fingers and mouth. "Well, we can't have
that, now can we?"
The boy swallowed, nodding slightly.
Dualscar traced kisses up Karkat's chest, before dragging his tongue up the
boy's neck.
Karkat gave a pleasant sigh.
The teacher smiled, starting to use his hands again, now that the boy had
backed away from the edge. He started playing with the tendril again, eyes
going hazy as his mind began to wander. Slowly, he lead the tentacle to
Karkat's nook.
The boy glanced up, a flush rising to his cheeks. "Sir?" He muttered, his
question trailing off into a whine as the man began to stuff it in. Karkat
moaned, the organs pulsing in unison. He shivered, staring at the ceiling. And
then he felt it. The cool seadweller bulge being pushed in, along side his own.
A moan bubbled up on his lips, vision going blurry, as the feeling submerged
his mind.
Dualscar chuckled, starting a steady pace. "Having fun, kid?"
The boy nodded, releasing a warble as he stared off into space.
and I didn't even have to drug you,the man thought, silently patting himself on
the back. He sped up his pace slightly, gripping Karkat's hips. "You're fucking
fantastic, you know that, kid?" He murmured, teeth grit.
Karkat whined, hips beginning to twitch, his bulge and nook contracting.
"Ahh, fuck-" Dualscar muttered, slipping into a sporradic pace as he felt his
orgasm approaching. "I want you to cum for me, fill your own fucking nook like
a filthy animal," He hissed, slamming into the boy again and again. "Cum! Cum
you little bitch, cum around your teacher's bulge!"
Karkat whined, his bulge and nook spasming into release, his teacher close
behind.
Dualscar groaned, filling the boy with his cool fluids. He pulled out,
collapsing down onto one of the chairs. He caught his breath slowly, Karkat
sitting up. "That... stuff I said at the end, you know I meant that in the best
way possible, right?"
Karkat shivered, nodding. "It's all good."
Dualscar smiled and stood, tucking his retreating bulge back into his pants. "I
got you a present this time," he said with a chuckle.
"Lucky me," Karkat muttered, staring off into space.
Dualscar pushed his way to his desk, and reached under it, retrieving a bucket.
The boy sighed in relief, knowing he wouldn't have to walk back home with two
loads of material in his seed flap.
The teacher placed it on the ground and pulled Karkat onto his lap, reaching
into him with two fingers, drawing a whine from the boy, and then spread them
apart.
The boy moaned as the material rushed out of his flap, falling into the pail.
He shivered, staring down at his and his teachers shared material. Dualscar
removed his fingers, Karkat taking hold of them, licking them clean.
"Good boy," The man said with a smile. He put Karkat back down on one of the
desks, and crouched under him, beginning to clean him up with his tongue,
rising hushed moans from his student.
The two got dressed, Dualscar deciding to keep the bucket under his desk for
the Janitor to find. The cleaning trolls were usually bronze at best, so he
wouldn't face any trouble. Besides... their combined material almost looked...
fuchsia. No troll in their right mind would try to complain about a royal
bucket.
Karkat got his stuff together, walking out of the classroom and freezing at
what he saw. Gamzee.
The purple blood stared at him from down the hall, his hands buried in the
pockets of his school uniform. Karkat wanted to shy away at his friend's cold
expression. The purple blood turned, and began to walk down the stairs, the
mutant staring after him. Karkat decided to make his way home.
 
Dualscar glanced up from his papers at the sound of a car alarm. He rolled his
eyes and tried to focus despite the incessant noise, but it just wouldn't go
off. And then he realized. That was his fucking alarm! He stood, listening
closely to be sure. Oh fuck, he heard glass break. The man dropped his pen and
started sprinting towards the parking lot, rushing down the stairs and pushing
through the exit. "HEY, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE-"
He met eyes with the Makara.
The boy stared at him, eyes dark and wide. He swung the baseball bat behind his
neck, blowing a bubble out of his chewing gum.
Mr. Ampora's heart caught in his throat, blood running cold.
Gamzee wound up his swing, smashing in two of the windows, before giving one
dangerous stare back at the teacher, and walking across the empty lot, his bat
dragging behind him on the concrete.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     sorry if this was shitty, I didn't have as much time to work on it,
     but I really wanted to update. BECAUSE PLOT PROGRESSION. I was
     celebrating easter with my parents all weekend, so I couldn't do
     much. :/. Thanks for reading!
     also, shitty drawing acquired!
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 
Kankri sighed, slicking back his hair with water in the mirror. He cracked his
back and hissed, hoping he was presentable enough. He left into the kitchen and
picked his shoes off the ground. He stared down at his plate on the table,
before retrieving a Ziploc bag from the cabinet.
Cronus glanced at him over his laptop. "Hey Kan, whacha doing?"
"Please, Cronus, I'm going to school."
Cronus paused, eyebrows knitting together. 'don't tell me you sent him into
public like thaut,' he stood, eyes fixing on the eggs Kankri was putting in his
backpack. His blood went cold.
Kankri checked he had everything together. Content, he started heading for the
door.
Cronus felt time seem to crawl to a slow around him. "Wvait!" He jerked
forward, managing to grab Kankri by the wrist.
"9h f9r crying 9ut l9ud, Cr9nus, what are y9u d9ing?" he asked, turning to face
Cronus.
"You can't go."
"What? Y9u can't be seri9us."
"YOU CAN'T GO, ALRIGHT!" Cronus shouted, pushing Kankri away from the door.
If Cronus made Kankri give him back the eggs, he would probably figure out
there was something wrong with them. And, god, fuck no, Kankri would figure out
he was being drugged, and EVERYTHING WOULD JUST GO TO SHIT FROM THERE-
"Alright then, WHY N9T?"
Cronus grit his teeth. He couldn't think of anything, fuck... "I... Uhh..."
You'll probably just fuck someone at school. Just like your fucking
brother, "Listen, it's been a rough week for you, why don't you just... take it
easy for a while?" Cronus asked leisurely.
Karkat having sex with people at school... he could handle that. But he wasn't
going to let Kankri sleep with random assholes... no... no, fuck that.
Kankri shook his head slightly. "D9n't be ridicul9us, I need t9 g9!"
"Bull fucking shit,"Cronus hissed. "Ewven with an education, no one vwould hire
you," He muttered. "IT'S NOT LIKE IT MAKES A FUCKING DIFFERENCE!"
Kankri snarled and recoiled. "N9! I'm N9T just g9ing t9 LAY D9WN and 6e s9me
high6l99d's PRETTY LITTLE FUCKT9Y!"
Cronus held on tight, pushing Kankri to the wall. "Oh, really? You sure had a
different sentiment this morning!" He paused as he got a text notification. He
reached into his back pocket, fishing out his phone.
CA:<<... I need a ride home.
CA: Sorry, pop, a little busy rn
CA:<< With what?
Cronus choked as Kankri tried to make a run for it. He grabbed him by the
sweater, tripping as he yelled.
Kankri snarled, thrashing as they crashed to the floor.
CA: vwacillation.
"LET G9 9F ME!"
Cronus hissed, pulling himself on top of Kankri, successfully pinning him to
the floor. He needed to get him to stop fighting, fuck, and there was only one
way to do that...
"This is for your ovwn fucking good."
He kissed Kankri roughly, his bulge slowly twisting out of it's sheathe.
Kankri pulled into it despite himself, reaching up and digging his claws into
Cronus's back.
"Stay the fuck there," Cronus muttered, standing, and returned to his phone.
CA:<< ... Good luck with that.
CA: Right. So vwhy do you need a ride?
CA:<< The Makara totaled my car.
CA: vwait, vwhat? vwhich makara?
CA:<< Gamzee. He fucked it up really bad.
CA: did he back into it or somefin?
CA:<< He beat the fuck out of it with a baseball bat.
CA: holy shit.
CA:<< Yeah, so can you come pick me up? I'm feeling a little unnerved, if that
wasn't painfully obvious.
CA: uhh, yeah, fuck, i'll figure something out. just, fuck, be careful, okay?
those guys are fucking lunatics.
CA:<< Thank you. I love you, Cronus.
CA: lowve you too dad. don't do anyfin stupid.
 
Cronus stared down at Kankri, biting his lip. He couldn't just leave Kankri
alone here... no, fuck that, there was no way he was going to risk him taking
that food to school. He crouched on the floor, glaring into the mutant's eyes.
"You wvant to take a little car ride vwith daddy?"
 
Mr. Ampora tapped his foot on the sidewalk, cursing the school board for their
'no harpoons' policy. He wondered if he should hide...
He stiffened, the sound of heavy footsteps ringing through the hall behind him.
He turned, eyes wide, as the door opened.
"Ampora."
"Makara."
Ghb glanced at Dualscars car and snickered. "What happened there?"
"Your son, happened there." Dualscar muttered, giving a glare at the clown.
"... Did Gamzee do that?"
"Sure did. He sure did..."
Ghb released a deep chuckle, approaching the vehicle and kicking the wheel.
"Wow. I didn't think the kid had it in him."
Dualscar gave a dry laugh. "Tell me you're not letting him just... get away
with this."
The large man turned, hands buried in his pockets. "It would be hypocritical if
I wasn't. Believe me, Ampora, I've done a lot worse shit than busting up
someone's car."
"I don't doubt it," Dualscar muttered, leaning against the brick wall of the
school. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and propped one between his teeth.
"So, what'd you do to piss him off?" Ghb asked, gesturing for Dualscar to pass
him a smoke.
Dualscar did so begrudgingly. "I doubt it would be wise to tell you."
Ghb lit his cigarette, passing his lighter to Dualscar. "Did you give him a bad
grade? We had a deal about that, remember?"
Dualscar shook his head. "Don't worry, your precious little boy still has a
perfect A." He muttered bitterly.
"So, then I'll ask you again, what did you do?"
The Ampora shied away slightly as the man leaned in close enough he could smell
the indigo's breath.
"It's only a matter of time before I find out, motherfucker. I bet you'd prefer
I heard your side of the story rather than his."
Dualscar grit his teeth, trying not to make eye contact. "I..." he hesitated,
looking away from the looming figure. "I... had a little... fling... with the
kid he's flushed for," he mumbled, sucking on his cigarette.
Ghb stared down at him for a bit, before bursting into laughter. "You fucked
the Vantas brat?"
Dualscar nodded, rolling his eyes slightly.
Ghb grinned, teeth grinding over his cigarette. "Are you the one that's been
drugging the motherfucker, then?" He hissed, eyes wild.
Dualscar stiffened. Fuck. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.... "No."
The Grand Highblood cackled, cracking his neck. "You know, that kid was a real
good moirail for Gamzee before you went and did MOTHERFUCKING that."
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
"I know aphrodisiacs when I MOTHERFUCKING see them, don't play dumb!"
Dualscar was debating if he could outrun this guy, when out of the corner of
his eye, he saw Cronus's violet car pull into the parking lot. "Excuse me, but
my ride's here," He mumbled, backing away slowly.
The indigo grabbed him by the arm. "Don't go off and run away from me now," he
hissed. "I was just about to thank you. I'M SURE HE'D MAKE A WONDERFUL Makara
family PET!"
Dualscar opened his mouth, looking for words but finding none.
"I just can't MOTHERFUCKING wait to see him begging at my feet." And with that,
the Grand Highblood released Dualscar, giving a wave and a sneer, before
stalking back to his car. 
 
"Vwhat vwas that?" Cronus asked, his dad sitting down in the passenger seat.
"The Makaras know. They know about... the..." Dualscar trailed off, his eyes
drifting to Kankri, laying down in the backseat. What the fuck, why were his
wrists tied up? "Um. They know about the thing."
"The thing?"
"I'll fill you in later."
*Kankri whined slightly from the passenger cabin, adjusting his wrists. "Hello,
Mr. Ampora," he murmured.
Dualscar stiffened at Kankri's tone. "Is he..."
"Yes. Yes he is."
The teacher turned, making eye contact with the boy as Cronus pulled out of the
lot.
Kankri stared back at him, face down on the seat. His hips began to roll, a
whimper escaping his lips.
Dualscar turned away from him, staring at the roof of the car. He was too
fucking old for this, he thought, his bulge starting to unwind from his sheath.
What the fuck was Cronus giving these two? "Pull over."
Cronus paused, glancing at his dad. "Wvhy?"
"Cronus, for the love of fuck, PULL-OVER."
"Wvhat? So you can fuck my matesprit, is that it?"
Kankri whined from the back seat, rubbing his crotch against his calf. "Please,
daddy, pull over~"
The two highbloods stiffened.
"... Daddy? Are you fucking serious?" Dualscar asked, violet rushing to his
face.
"Don't judge me," Cronus muttered, pulling off the road.
Kankri rolled his hips, nook aching, as the orphaner stepped out of the car
door, walking around to the back seat.
Cronus gripped the steering wheel, staring at the mutant through the rear view
mirror. His eyes drifted to his father as the man pulled himself into the
passenger cabin. The greaser released a steady breath, before unbuckling his
seat belt, and crawling into the back.
"Nice of you to join us." The teacher chuckled slightly, cradling Kankri's head
in his lap.
"I'd hate to be excluded," Cronus responded, pulling his shirt over his head.
**Dualscar's eyes lingered on his son's chest, before drifting to the mutant's
crotch. He pulled Kankri's torso onto his lap, and then started to slip the
boy's pants down his legs.
Cronus stared lustfully at the scene, fishing his bulge out of his pants.
The orphaner pulled Kankri's bound wrists up with one hand, the other sliding
up and down the mutant's bulge.
Kankri shivered, hips bucking into the touch. "Fuck, yes, please! Please fill
me!"
Cronus's ears pricked up at the request. He pushed away his father's reaching
hand, and dug two fingers into the mutant. He met eyes with the orphaner, a
competitive sneer slipping onto his lips.
 A keen bubbled up in Kankri's throat as the fingers moved in out, up down, and
fuck, they were getting faster. "Ahhh~ Daddy, it feels so good!"
"Oh yeah? You wvanna come around daddy's fingers?"
Dualscar looked away from his son in favor of staring at the ceiling. His son
had a fucking daddy kink. He couldn't help but wonder if he was somehow
responsible for that... god, he hoped so. "So, you like being called daddy,
huh?" The man asked, rubbing Kankri's bulge roughly with his thumb.
Cronus glanced up at the man, running his tongue over the fingers. "Yeah...
vwhat of it?"
The teacher chuckled slightly. "Have you ever considered... switching things up
a bit?"
Cronus paused, meeting his father's eye.
"Come to daddy."
The young seadweller groaned, slipping his fingers out of the mutant, rising a
protesting whine from Kankri. He climbed over the mutant, wrapping his arms
around his father's neck.
Dualscar abandoned Kankri's bulge in favor of grabbing his son roughly by the
chin and kissing him accordingly.
Cronus groaned against the lips, feeling the orphaner's tongue slip into his
mouth. His eyes widened at the sensation of his bulge slipping into Kankri's
nook, rising a quivering moan from the mutant.
"So, what do you say? Want to call me daddy?" Dualscar asked, breaking away
from the kiss and reaching into his pants to retrieve his bulge.
Cronus grit his teeth, nodding. "Yeah, yeah I think I vwould,"
Dualscar chuckled. "Good boy..."
Cronus chirred, the words making Cronus's bulge swell inside Kankri's pulsing
nook.
Dualscar began to stroke his cock around Kankri's wastechute. "Do you think
he's ready for anal?"
"Ha, we did it this morning actually. Should be all nice, and prepared for you,
daddy," Cronus hissed the last word, beginning to thrust into the mutant below
him, his bulge twisting and winding.
Kankri's back arched, eyes impossibly wide as Dualscar began to feed his bulge
into his wastechute. All he could do is moan, staring off into space as the
highbloods used him.
Dualscar grunted, digging his fingernails into Kankri's back. "What a good
fuckin' pet," He hissed, his bulge burying itself into Kankri's wastechute.
Cronus chuckled, his hips rocking at a steady pace into the phased out mutant.
"I'm inclined to agree."
Dualscar raised an eyebrow, reaching around and grasping Kankri's bulge,
drawing a gurgle from the boy. "Let's make this fucker cum, shall we?"
Cronus nodded, speeding up his pace. "Let's."
Kankri keened, his nook greedily accommodating Cronus as he slipped in a couple
of fingers, spreading him wide.
"Are you close, little slut?" Dualscar purred, speeding up his wrist movements.
"Ahhhh! Yes, daddy! I am~" He moaned, eyes losing focus.
"Then cum for me. Cum for me, you FUCKING SCUM-"
Kankri obliged, gasping for air as his nook clamped down on Cronus, his bulge
spraying fluid into Dualscar's palm.
Cronus grit his teeth, thrusting with reckless abandon, hissing as he felt
himself tumble over the edge. A groan escaped him as he released his violet
slurry into his matesprit. "Aaaah~ Fuck~"
The mutant went limp, a slight purr rising in his throat as his eyes slowly
shut.
"Good boy," Dualscar murmured, removing his bulge from Kankri's wastechute. He
placed him gently on the seat of the car, before meeting eyes with Cronus. "Do
you want to have some more fun with daddy?" He growled, crawling over to his
son.
Cronus took a heavy breath, pulling himself from Kankri and lying down against
the door. He chuckled. "You make it so hard to say no..." he trailed off,
Dualscar running his hands over his son's torso.
"You're so fucking pretty, you know that, Cro?"
Cronus shivered, giving a dry laugh. "I like to think so, but my peers don't
seem to share the sentiment." He murmured, chest feeling heavy as he thought
back to the countless rejections.
Dualscar scoffed. "They clearly haven't seen you like this," He muttered,
licking a trail up Cronus's thigh.
The greaser shivered, staring up at the ceiling, as he dug his nails into the
seat. "No, I guess they hawven't..."
The adult chuckled and spread open Cronus's nook with his fingers, giving a
shaky sigh at the sight. He ran his tongue along the folds, earning a groan
from his son. "Tell me, do you want daddy's cock?"
Cronus gave a steady exhale, nodding slightly. "Fuck yeah... I want that thing
inside me," Cronus hissed, bracing himself by digging his claws into the
leather.
Dualscar chuckled, eyes hazy, and stood up. He leaned over his son as he led
his bulge into the waiting nook. 
"AAH! FUCK! DAD!" Cronus keened, eyes scrunched shut as his father closed the
space between him.
"I love you," Dualscar hissed, fully sheathing himself. He paused, making sure
his son had time to adjust. "Does it... feel okay?"
Cronus nodded, unable to meet the teacher's eye. "Uhuh... yeah, it really
does~"
The adult sighed slightly, and began a steady pace.
"Fuuuuuuuck~" Cronus cried, hips rolling up into the thrusts.
Dualscar groaned, burying his face into Cronus's shoulder. "I love you so
fucking much," He muttered, voice quivering. 
"... Pops?" the boy mumbled. "You good?"
The orphaner clutched his son, and sped up slightly. "Yeah, yeah of course."
Cronus sighed, relaxing, and let his legs curl around the man's waist. "I lowve
you too," He murmured.
Dualscar gave a shaky smile, meeting a more determined pace.
"Ahhhhhhh~" the greaser moaned, grinding his hips enthusiastically. "Fuck, dad,
I think I'm close~"
The teacher nodded, pace becoming more sporadic. "Yeah, yeah, me too," He
muttered, rocking against the boy.
"FUCK!" Cronus cried, nook pulsing around the bulge inside him, as purple fluid
burst from his entrance. He trembled, keening as his father helped him ride
through his orgasm.
Dualscar grit his teeth, a gasp escaping him, as he felt himself reach release,
his slurry pumping into the boy under him.
Cronus gave a whimper, deep breaths escaping him.
The man sighed. He pulled out of Cronus, and collapsing between him and the
mutant. He reached into his breast pocket and retrieved his cigarette pack and
lighter. "Wow."
Cronus chuckled, the noise trailing off into a whimper, as a swollen feeling
began to rise in his stomach.
Dualscar's ears pricked up. He turned over, and stared down at the slight bump
that had formed on the boy's abdomen. "God, FUCK, sorry, Cro," He muttered,
running his hand over the bump.
Cronus shivered, staring back at his father. "Don't vworry about it."
Dualscar grit his teeth, cursing himself silently. He pulled up his pants, and
got out of the car, before stepping into the driver's seat. "Do you think you
can wait 'till we get home?"
The boy nodded, sighing. "I lowve you, pops."
"Love you too."
 
 
 
Cronus wobbled into the Ampora manner, arm wrapped around his father for
support. Kankri followed them, breath short, as they made their way up the
mansion stairs. A troll in an olive suit awaited them at the top.
The butler looked the three up and down. "Welcome home, sir. Should I set up a
room for your guests?"
"Yeah, do that. And don't call me sir, please," Dualscar muttered, the word
having taken on a much different connotation over the past couple days.
The olive servant shrugged. "Master, then, perhaps?"
"Ah, fuck, that's even worse, never mind," He muttered, handing off Kankri to
the man. Dualscar continued down the hall, leading Cronus to the first
available bathroom. He pushed his son inside, a feeling of immense guilt
washing over him.
Cronus closed the door, and sat on the toilet. His hands quivered slightly as
he reached into his nook, beginning to spread it apart. He gasped, a rush of
fluid escaping from his seed-flap. He slowly removed his fingers, staring at
them. He shook his head, and stood to rinse them in the sink.
Dualscar waited patiently, tapping his finger on his arm. He slowly drifted
into thought. I'mfucking disgusting.He swallowed digging his nails into his
sleeve. Cronus won't even be able to stomach the thought of you after what you
did to him...The man was torn from his self hatred by the sound of the bathroom
door opening.
The greaser returned, wiping his palms off on his pants.
"Uh... what do you want for dinner?" Dualscar asked, avoiding eye contact with
the boy.
Cronus shrugged. "Soup or something would be nice."
Dualscar nodded. "Yeah, yeah, okay, soup, I can do that," He mumbled to
himself, walking toward the kitchen to inform the chef. "Go find Elfrid, he'll
show you to a room."
"Wvait, dad, I'm not spending the night."
The man paused, heart sinking. "... Why not?"
"Vwell, for one, Karkat's probably at the apartment right about novw, vwonering
vwhere the fuck vwe are..."
"He could come too! It could... it could be like a family bonding thing!" The
man struggled, desperately wanting to somehow remedy what he had done.
Cronus raised an eyebrow. "And vwho's going to get him here? I 'aint gonna
drive there and then all the vway back, not happening."
The man buried his hands in his pockets. "It'll work out, okay? Just text him,
hell, I could send Elfrid to get him!"
The greaser sighed, slicking back his hair. "You knovw vwhat... fine. If it's
so important to you," he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone.
He paused... realizing he should probably take a pill tonight, if he wanted
anything fun to happen. Fuck, they were at the apartment. 
 
CA: Ey, you're uh... probably vwondering vwhere vwe are.
CG: FUCK YEAH, I AM! WHAT GIVES?
CA: Nothing fancy, just at my dad's place. Kan and I, vwe're, uh, gonna stay
the night, and uh, do you think you could get here somehovw? the address is
1943, Orchid lane.
CG:.... FINE. I CAN GET A FRIEND TO DRIVE ME.
CA: groowvy!
CG: PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK, NEVER SAY THAT *EVER* AGAIN.
CA: :`(. Oh. Um, also, vwhile you're there... do you think you could grab
somefin for me? In the cabinet, there's a pill bottle. Doctor gave it to me to
help with headaches, nofin special.
CG: YEAH, OKAY. SEE YOU SOON, I GUESS.
CA: See ya.
 
 
Karkat groaned, staring at the ceiling. He was low key pissed that they didn't
even bother to CALL him... GROAN, whatever. It's not the shittiest thing he's
done. The mutant clicked on Gamzee's contact.
 
 
CG: HEY, GAMZEE, DO YOU THINK YOU COULD GIVE ME A RIDE? MAYBE?
TC: oH, uH, sUrE tHiNg, BrO. WhAt PlAcE dO yOu AlL aNd NeEd To... MoThErFuCkIn
Be GeTtInG tO?"
CG: THE AMPORA'S PLACE. 1943, ORCHID LANE OR WHATEVER.
TC: oh. the AMPORA'S huh?
CG: ... WHY ARE YOU TYPING LIKE THAT? IT'S REALLY FUCKING OMINOUS WHEN YOU DO
THAT.
TC: HoNk.
CG: MUCH BETTER. KINDA. YOUR QUIRK STILL SUCKS THOUGH, HAVE I MENTIONED THAT?
UGH, WHATEVER. SEE YOU THEN, I GUESS. BYE.
TC: bye.
 
Karkat stuffed his phone back in his pocket and stood to get his stuff for the
night. He paused at the kitchen cabinet, turning and reaching into it. He
recovered a pill bottle, and turned it in his hand. Pheromone supplement/
enhancer, blah blah blah, he didn't care. He put the bottle in his pocket, and
returned to collecting his things.
 
Gamzee stared at his screen, rage bubbling up in his throat. He scowled,
standing, and went to go get his keys. He gave a sickening grin as he picked
them up off the floor. He had the motherfucker's address. He grit his teeth,
suddenly in a much better mood, and left to go pick up his BEST motherfucking
FRIEND.
 
Chapter End Notes
     Hey! Sorry if the writing got a little sloppy at the end, but
     hopefully the art will make up for that! I hope you enjoyed! <3!
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Karkat stared down at his phone, biting his lip as he read over the texts he
had sent Gamzee. He just... wanted to talk to the fucker, if nothing else. He
wasn't sure what that look the indigo had given him meant, and he was… almost
scared to find out. He needed to be sure their relationship was still... okay.
He rested his chin on his palm, waiting patiently for Gamzee.
Gamzee trudged up the stairs to the apartment, hands dug deep into his silken
pockets. An almost disturbed sense of horror seemed to overtake him as the
noises he heard coming from the classroom returned to him. The moans, the name-
calling… and even worse, the apparent fact that his beloved Karkat loved every
second of it. He banged his fist on the door, pausing and resting his head
against it, a snarl rising on his lips.
Karkat unlocked the knob, examining Gamzee cautiously. He shook his head,
stepping out of the way to invite his friend inside. “Uh, come in."
Gamzee did as requested with little hesitation, eyes drifting around the
apartment. Everything smelled like seadweller.... oh fuck, it smelled like sex
too. He grit his teeth, trying to contain how deeply he loathed his current
surroundings.
"Um... so what happened earlier? What was that... look?"
Gamzee remained quiet, slowly turning to face Karkat. “That… look?” he
murmured, voice shaky. “Do you really think I’m the one who needs to be giving
an explanation right now?”
Karkat looked away, crossing his arms over his torso. "You were stalking me,
weren't you?"
Gamzee gave a dry huff. "I told you I didn't trust the motherfucker. AND FOR
GOOD REASON, it APPEARS!" The indigo leaned forward, bracing himself on his
knees. “What… changed? What the fuck did he do to make you WANT that?”
Karkat scowled, eyebrows knitting together. "Look who's talking! You're the one
who fucking FISTED me! Calling me pet and shit, who the fuck do you think you
are?"
Gamzee growled, standing. "WELL YOU SURE DIDN'T SEEM TO MIND IN THE MOMENT!"
Karkat rolled his eyes and looked away. "Yeah, and I didn't! I didn't mind when
you did it, and I didn't mind when he did! So stop being a hypocritical asshat,
and just drop it, okay? I AGREED TO IT! THERE ISN'T ANY PROBLEM HERE!"
Gamzee hissed, beginning to circle around Karkat. "YES THERE MOTHERFUCKING IS!"
His breath went harsh, uneven, and his hands rose to his head. "HE DID
SOMETHING TO YOU, I KNOW HE DID!" Gamzee retreated into the kitchen, eyes wide
as he felt himself become submerged in the scent of sweat, sex and Ampora. "You
weren't LIKE this before! Don't you think it's odd that all of a sudden, RIGHT
AS HE SEEMS TO BE TAKING AN INTEREST IN YOU, you can't manage to keep it in
your pants? He's... he's not a good motherfucking guy.” Gamzee took a shaky
breath, eyes seeming to lose focus for a second. "Am I not enough? Am I so
little to you that you would want him?"
Karkat shook his head. "Fuck... it's not like that... I... Gamzee, its really
fucking hard. I just... I feel like I can't reject them."
Gamzee shivered, running his hands along his arms. "Can you try? I just...
motherfucker, I feel like they're taking advantage of you. You don't owe them
anything, you know that, right?"
Karkat sighed, joining him in leaning against the counter. "I do though. I...
fuck, I haven't told you what it was like on Afterus, not really... trust me, I
really have nothing to complain about right now."
Gamzee bit his lip. "Listen, that's great and all, but... it doesn't mean they
can just... use you like that. I... heard. What Mr. Ampora was saying to you."
He grit his teeth. "I know you probably think I'm not one to talk right now...
but, I think he really did mean that shit. Fuck, I've heard him and my dad
talking before. Motherfucking disgusting. You know that Eridan's fucking
genocidal, right? Did you ever wonder where he got it from?"
"Well, Cronus isn't like that. He couldn't be, he took us in. If he really
thought I was scum, he would have left me and my brother to rot."
Gamzee scowled. "Just because he thought you were worth keeping, doesn't mean
he respects you. If he RESPECTED you, he wouldn't... he wouldn't be using you
as a sex toy."
Karkat gave a dry laugh. "Again, you're the one who was calling me like, 'pet'
and shit earlier."
Gamzee looked at the ground, frustrated. "I apologized though, didn't I? I
just... after I tasted their on you, motherfucker… I felt like I could protect
you if I was possessive. Like you wouldn't go back to them." He gave a shaky
chuckle. "I guess it didn't work."
Karkat glanced at the floor, a sense of guilt rising in his mind. "I'm... I'm
sorry."
Gamzee gave a disappointed nod. "I... I get it. Just, promise me you won't let
them... keep motherfucking taking… using your good self?”
Karkat nodded. "Okay. Okay, I won't." He felt a bitter twinge in the back of
his throat as he said the words, feeling like he might have to go back on them.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Gamzee took a deep sigh, almost hacking as that scent filled his lungs yet
again. "God, it reeks of motherfucking heresy..."
“Heresy? Ha, what the fuck does that even mean…”
“Whatever the fuck I want it to, I’m the son of the messiah.”
Karkat gave an off beat laugh. “Your dad is not a messiah.”
“And you’re not religious,” Gamzee muttered. “You have no messiah.”
Karkat shrugged. “Well you have me there, I guess.” He paused. “Did he really
convince you he was… a prophet?”
“Didn’t need to. The writing’s on the motherfucking wall.” Gamzee smiled idly.
“You haven’t seen what motherfucking magic he is capable of…”
Karkat pursed his lips, clearly not convinced. “Aha… um… right. Anyway… so, uh,
when do you want to leave?”
Gamzee stared back down at the mutant, eyes lidding. “… I… this is an awful
motherfucking idea.”
Karkat gave a dry laugh, before biting his lip, sighing. “There… really isn’t a
good alternative.”
Gamzee took a sharp breath, eyes fixing on the boy. “I could think of a few
things…”
Karkat shrugged. "It... it would cause more trouble than it's worth to just
ditch. I still live with Cronus, you realize. There would be fucking
consequences.” His hand drifted to hold that of the clown. “I don't... want to
fight you about this."
Gamzee swallowed. “Yeah... yeah, I don't want to be fighting no brother
neither.” He gave a quivering sigh. "Listen... I'm sorry bout what I all up and
motherfucking did to you.”
Karkat shrugged. “I… don’t mind, really?”
Gamzee swallowed. "Did you... like it?"
"... Yeah. I did."
Gamzee chuckled, shrugging. "What... do you think a motherfucker could... you
know, improve on?"
Karkat smiled, shrugging. "Maybe just... less... fists?"
"You want me to be gentle?"
"That would be nice... yeah."
Gamzee's hand drifted slowly to Karkat's thigh. "Real... soft like, huh?"
Karkat glanced up at him, trying to read the clown's expression. "Yeah...
real... light..."
"I can work with that."
Karkat gasped as he felt the clown's breath on his neck, suddenly going weak at
the knees.
Before he saw it coming, a hand was palming him through his jeans, the other
pushing him back onto the table.
Gamzee stared down at him, licking his lips. His hands crept under Karkat's
sweater, slowly bunching it up at the shoulders, before Karkat sighed and
allowed it to slip off him. "I'll be nice and careful, brother, nothing but
sweet touches from me, understand?"
Karkat seemed to relax, nodding slowly. "I trust you."
Gamzee gave a shaky breath as he felt Karkat unsheathe against his shirt. He
crouched down, investigating the bulge. The clown held the squirming tendril,
and lapped at it gently, rising a groan from Karkat. "I just want you to be
happy, motherfucker," He mumbled, running his fingers across the bulge
gingerly. "I just want what's best for you."
"I know," Karkat responded, cupping Gamzee's cheek. "I know."
Gamzee purred slightly, continuing to suck at the bulge. He glanced up at the
mutant, before standing, and stepping out of his pants.
Karkat laid down on the table, preparing to feel Gamzee pushing into him, but
was met with no such sensation. Instead, he felt the cool walls of
Gamzee's nook sliding around him. "Ahh~ Fuck~"
Gamzee purred, resting his head on Karkat's chest. "I thought this would be a
nice change of pace for you, motherfucker."
Karkat nodded, eyes rolling up slightly. "Uhuh, yeah, it really is,"
Gamzee began to grind his hips, the tendril in his nook pulsing pleasantly. He
gave a shaky moan, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses up Karkat's chest. "I love
you so much, motherfucker~" He mumbled, before starting to suck on Karkat's
collar bone.
Karkat gasped slightly, covering his face with his forearm. "I love you too!"
Gamzee detached himself from the skin, revealing a reddening hickey. "Do you
wanna... be with me?" Gamzee asked, starting to lap at the bruise. He adjusted
his hips, and then began to bounce them up and down Karkat's bulge.
Karkat whined and grabbed onto one of Gamzee's horns in an attempt to ground
himself. "Mhm! Yeah, yeah... what quadrant~"
Gamzee grinned, a giddy feeling taking over him. He sped up his pace, outright
purring against Karkat's chest. "Do we really have to pick?"
Karkat chuckled slightly, and wrapped his arms around the purpleblood, giving a
shaky sigh as his bulge started to twitch. "Ah~ Fuck, Gamzee~"
"Motherfucker, you can cum in me if you want..." Gamzee hummed, rubbing his
cheek against the Karkat's chest. "I don't mind."
Karkat nodded, his legs beginning to twitch. “Aaahhhhhh, FUCK~" The mutant
cried, back arching as his bulge began to pump fluid into Gamzee.
Gamzee groaned, going limp on his lover. He sighed, content, and pulled himself
up to Karkat's face, planting a kiss on his lips. "I love you~"
Karkat took heavy breaths, wrapping his arms around Gamzee. "You're amazing."
Gamzee smirked, giving a slight shrug. "I'm glad you think so." He pulled
himself off of the redblood's retreating bulge, and sat down in one of the
dining room chairs.
Karkat managed to curl up into a seated position, panting slightly. He
investigated the clown, noting that his bulge was yet to curl back into his
sheath. He slipped off the table and onto his knees, before dragging his tongue
along the underside.
"Motherfucker, you don't have to do that," Gamzee muttered, pushing Karkat
away.
The mutant shook his head. "Let me. I... you deserve it."
Gamzee hesitated. “You… want to?”
“I really… fucking… want to.”
Gamzee paused, running his palm along Karkat’s head to rest on his horn. “Then
who am I to stop a motherfucker?”
Karkat grinned, scooting in closer, before bringing his mouth back to the
organ. He sucked on the side, it leaving an indigo trail across his face. He
rubbed the tip between his thumb and forefinger, helping hold it in place as he
worked.
A moan bubbled up in Gamzee’s throat, his grip tightening around Karkat’s horn.
The mutant gasped around the flesh at his lips, shivering in response.
master…
He hesitated at the voice, but chose to disregard it. Ever so cautiously, he
brought his index finger up to Gamzee’s nook.
Yet again, the clown stopped him.
Karkat’s eyes drifted to his cold gaze, and a shiver ran up his spine.
Gamzee said nothing, only directing Karkat’s hand back to the base of his
bulge. “Just keep those wicked digits in front, alright, brother?”
Karkat frowned, detaching his mouth from the organ. “Why don’t you want me
touching your nook?”
Gamzee paused. “If it’s so important to a motherfucker, then go right ahead.”
The mutant shrugged. “It’s… not like I had my heart set on it, I just want to
know, is all.”
The clown rolled his eyes, chuckling. “I just… a motherfucker gots to be
attempting some new motherfucking area sometimes, you know?”
“… Say that again?”
Gamzee sighed. “Look, I just… it makes me think of some other motherfucker when
I get digits all up in me, and I don’t want to be doing that while in the
presence of your sweet motherfucking self.”
Karkat frowned, turning his head to the side. “Being fingered… reminds you of
someone?”
“You know what, I would really appreciate a change in subject right about
motherfucking now, so let’s get on that, alright?”
The mutant decided he should… probably leave that for another time.
He licked his lips before opening his mouth, taking in as much as he dared. The
sensation of it tickling the back of his throat was somehow pleasant... His
eyes went hazy as he held his breath, sucking on it intently. He wanted Gamzee
to cum so fucking badly... preferably on his face. Fuck, those pet fantasies
slipped back into his mind. As much shit as he had given Gamzee for it, the
idea of being his little bitch on a leash made his nook ache.
The indigo grit his teeth. He gave a shaky exhale as his back arched, digging
his claws into the chair. "FUCK! Karkat, aaaaaaaahh, Karkat!" He moaned, legs
tensing.
The mutant removed the organ from his mouth and continued pumping it, focused
on the way it moved and twitched in his fingers.
"Mhnn~ MOTHER-FUCK!" Gamzee cried out as he felt release hit him like a train,
spewing purple onto Karkat's waiting face. The indigo tensed up, breath
hitching, as Karkat continued to pump the organ with his hands, effectively
allowing Gamzee to ride out his orgasm. "I love you, I love you, fuck,
Karkat..." He murmured, toes curling, high off the sensation the mutant was
giving him.
"I love you too," Karkat responded, releasing the bulge and swiping some of the
purple off of his face. He absentmindedly stuck the finger in his mouth.
Gamzee stared down at the mutant as he cleaned off his face, a slight groan
rising in his throat. He slipped off the chair, holding Karkat's face in his
hand. "What are you trying to do? Get me horny all over again?" He whispered,
smiling. "Let me..." He dragged his tongue up Karkat's cheek.
The mutant shivered, leaning into his touch, and wrapping his arms around the
clown. "I'm yours..."
Gamzee hesitated, meeting Karkat's eye. "I can live with that..." He said,
smiling slightly. "We're... equal though, alright, motherfucker?"
Karkat's heart actually sunk a little. "I..."
The clown raised an eyebrow. "I mean, unless you don't want that?"
Karkat shivered, resting his head on Gamzee's chest. "I... I don't even fucking
know anymore." He knew it was better to be equal, but... for some reason, there
was this little voice in the back of his head telling him he didn't deserve
that equality. He shivered, clutching Gamzee's shirt. "I... we need to go."
The purpleblood nodded, glancing at the ground. He didn't want to let Karkat
stay with the Amporas, but he wasn't going to fight him over it. He stood and
helped Karkat to his feet, pulling his keys out of his pocket.
 
 

 
Eridan fumbled with his controller, his screen illuminating his glasses. "COD
DAMN IT, SOL! WWE'RE ON THE SAME FUCKING TEAM, ASSHOLE!" He screamed into his
microphone, the mustard blood having just tossed a grenade at him.
"Heheh, oop2."
Cronus wrapped his knuckles on Eridan's door, pushing it open slightly.
"Wwhat is it, dad?"
"Ahem.”
Eridan glanced up at the doorway, eyes widening at what he saw. "CRO??" He
ripped off his headset and ran to greet his brother. "IT'S BEEN FUCKING
FOREVVER!" he yelled, throwing his arms around the greaser's neck.
Cronus chuckled, rubbing Eridan's hair. "Long time no see, bud,"
"DO YOU HAVVE ANY IDEA, HOWW LONELY IT IS HERE WWITHOUT YOU??"
"Vwovw, I didn't knovw you missed me so much!"
"Okay, noww don't get cocky or anyfin," Eridan retracted. "It's just... been a
wwhile, you knoww?" He muttered, adjusting his glasses.
Cronus grinned. "Yeah, vwell, you and I can hang out later if you vwant! I'm
spending the night."
"You better bet wwe're hanging out!" Eridan proclaimed, grinning at the
thought.
Cronus rubbed his hands together, chuckling. “So, vwhat do you vwanna do? Howv
does football sound?”
“Cro, you knoww I am god awwful at that game.”
“Haha, vwhy do you think I picked it?”
The two turned as Elfrid entered the room.
“Dinner is served,” He murmured, eyes shifting in abject horror at the disaster
that was Eridan’s room.
"Oh, fuck yes, I'm hungry as shit!" Cronus announced gleefully, backing into
the hall. “Race you to the bottom!”
“Fucker, you havve a head start!” Eridan shouted, stumbling after his brother.
Kankri stiffened, eyes jumping to Cronus as he slammed his hand down on the
table.
“HA! Beat- cha!”
A sense of loathing built in his gut as he recollected their fight. How the
seadweller had tied him up and forced him in the car... and then let his father
take advantage of him. He wanted to vomit.
Eridan rolled his eyes, seating himself across from Kankri. “Cheater.” He
pursed his lips, glancing at the mutant across the table, silently wishing for
Cronus to re-introduce the two. He… had barely even met the guy. "So, um,
Howw's it been going, for you, Kan?”
Kankri snickered. “Well, y9ur 6r9ther just PULLED ME 9ut 9f sch99l, s9 n9t that
great.”
Cronus gave a half hearted laugh. “Um, wvell, I’m not goin’ to school, either…”
“Haha, yeah, and look wwhat happened to you!” Eridan teased, smirking.
The greaser chuckled. “Hey, still doin’ better then your sorry ass, ain’t I?”
“Oooh, yeah, so glubbin’ artistic n shit, howw could I evver livve up to that?”
The young seadweller responded, sarcasm dripping from his words.
Dualscar glanced at the two, long since seated at the head of the table. He
clicked his ringed fingers on his wine glass, staring at his reflection through
it. “…Did you… tell your brother that you're moving back in?" he mumbled off
the top of his head.
"WWAIT, YOU ARE?" Eridan asked, fins perking up in glee.
"Vwait, I’m vwhat?” Cronus demanded, lip curling up.
Dualscar stiffened, eyes shifting to the ground. “Right… I… um. I was… hoping
we could… you know, maybe reunite the family a little…” Dualscar rambled,
before taking a bite of salad.
“Dad… no, I… I practically have my own family at this point.”
“Doesn’t mean you have to break up ours…” He swallowed. “Would it really be so
bad, even just to consider it?”
Cronus looked away. “I mean… I. I guess I get kinda lonely at the apartment all
the time…. still, It’s nice havin’ my own place.”
“You mean 9ur 9wn place.” Kankri spat, lip curling.
The seadweller frowned at his boyfriend’s harsh tone, raising an eyebrow.
“I mean… Technically, I still own your apartment. It’s… not really your place…”
Dualscar reminded his son.
Cronus rolled his eyes. “I meant like, privwacy vwise.”
Kankri narrowed his eyes. “What is there t9 keep private fr9m him?
Dualscar raised an eyebrow, giving a fake cough and pointing to Eridan as
subtly as he could.
The mutant scowled, glaring down at his food. "All 9f y9u are fucking
disgusting."
Eridan frowned, glancing at Cronus.
"Vwhoa, Kan, calm dovwn there, vwill ya, babe?"
The redblood sneered, shaking his head. "D9n’t fucking call me that…” He dug
his fingers into the table, standing. Wvhore… wvhore… wvhore… The words seemed
to echo in his mind.
Dualscar met his eye, pointing back at Eridan again, slightly less subtly.
Kankri instead snarled, flashing Dualscar a middle finger. “I’m n9t y9ur
fucking wh9re!”
Eridan seemed to recoil in his seat at the word, looking between Dualscar and
Cronus in search for an explination.
Dualscar’s fins lay flat on his head, eyes darkening. “Sit… down.”
Kankri instead backed away from the table, his middle finger still ever so
prominently raised in the air. “Y9u want me to fucking live with y9u after the
car ride? Y9u can’t be seri9us…”
Dualscar’s skin seemed to crawl with antipathy.
“Dad? Wwait, wwhat is he talking about?”
Kankri snickered. “Yeah, why d9n’t y9u tell him, dad? 9r are y9u afraid y9ur
precious little b9y will turn 9ut like y9u, if he knew?”
Dualscar’s eyes shifted to Cronus, and simultaneously, they stood. “I want you
to think very carefully about what you say next.”
The mutant’s gaze flickered between the two, and he breathed what could almost
have been a chuckle. “Was that a threat, Mr. Amp9ra?”
“Dad, wwhat the fuck is goin’ on here?”
“Eridan. Go to your room.”
Kankri’s eyes fixed on the young boy, his heart seeming to catch in his throat
as he realized Eridan was probably the only reason he wasn’t being assaulted
right now. “What are y9u trying t9 keep secret fr9m him?”
“Do NOT play this game with me, Vantas!”
“Dad?”
Kankri continued staring at Eridan, beginning to pace around the table, as if
daring either of the seadwellers to make the first move. “I think he deserves
t9 kn9w what his daddy d9es when he’s n9t ar9und, d9n’t y9u?”
Dualscar shook his head, chuckling. “Grab him.”
Cronus glanced at his father, before lunging at Kankri.
The mutant managed to avoid the attack, stumbling backwards into the table.
The greaser pinned him down, gritting his teeth as the redblood began to thrash
in his grip.
"N9! N9, let me g9 RIGHT THE FUCK N9W!!!”
Dualscar was quick to join his son at the table, grabbing one of Kankri’s
shoulders and forcing him to his feet.
The two began to drag him down the hall, Eridan staring after them in total
disbelief as they headed into the game room.
Kankri cried out for help, Dualscar forcing him face down on the pool table. He
hissed as the mutant started trying desperately to buck him off. "Hey, Cro, do
me a favor and grab that extension cord over there."
Cronus bit his lip, his bulge seeming to take an interest in the request. “…
Yes… Daddy…”
Dualscar froze, staring at him. He felt his sheathe swell slightly.
Cronus looked away, eyes wide with instant regret, and turned to retrieve the
wire.
Dualscar took a steady breath, re-adjusting his grip on Kankri.
“LET G9 9F ME, Y9U DISGUSTING, PUTRID-“
“Ask nicely, and I might consider it.” Dualscar muttered, grunting as Kankri
began to kick at his shins.
“FUCK Y9U!”
Dualscar’s eyes flicked to Cronus as he returned with the cord. He noted the
embarrassment his son seemed to be wearing. The seadweller swallowed, deciding
he could at least play along… for Cronus’s sake. “Good boy... now, tie him up
real nice for daddy, sound good?"
"N9!!!" Kankri screeched, writhing in Dualscar's grip.
Cronus seemed visibly relived at his fathers reciprocation, but slightly
troubled at his boyfriend's predicament. He did as asked.
Kankri sobbed into his sweater as his wrists were bound, a sense of dread and
downright horror bubbling up into his mind. Oh god, oh fuck, he shouldn’t have
pissed them off, should not have pissed them off… “Please let me g9…”
Dualscar hesitated, running his hands down Kankri’s sides. “Do you think you’ve
learned your lesson?”
Kankri scowled, biting the inside of his cheek. “Yes… daddy, I’ll be g99d, I
pr9mise…”
Cronus glanced at his father, raising an eyebrow.
“Forgive me… but that wasn’t horribly convincing, now was it?” Dualscar
grunted, resting his head in the crook of Kankri’s neck.
The mutant rolled his eyes. “Alright, and h9w d9 y9u supp9se I sh9uld… c9nvince
y9u, then?”
The man sent a shiver up Kankri’s spine as he released a slow chuckle.
“Actions… speak more than words, you know.”
Cronus bit his thumb, nodding slowly. “You wvere pretty rude just nowv,
vwouldn’t you like to make it up to us?”
Kankri took a sharp gasp as he felt Dualscar’s hands running under his sweater.
“Fuck-y9u-“
Suddenly, the seadweller’s soft touches turned into an angry grip. “I’m sorry…
what was that?”
The mutant whimpered, trying to squirm away from the man. “Fuck- I…” He could
feel Dualscar’s breath on his neck again. “fuck… me…?”
The seadweller grinned, giving a dark chuckle. “That’s more like it…”
Kankri buried his face in his sleeve as felt his skinny jeans being tugged down
his legs.
Dualscar smirked, running his hands along Kankri’s nook, but found that his
bulge was still firmly in place. “Ahh, come on baby, don’t you want to
unsheathe for me?”
“Dad, I’ll take care of this,” Cronus interjected, stepping out of his pants
and boxers.
Kankri’s eyes shifted to the greaser’s unsheathed bulge, and his mouth began to
water. “Ahhh?” He whined, his bulge beginning to twine free from his sheathe.
“That’s a good boy…” Dualscar muttered, running his fingers along the slick
organ.
The mutant’s hips began to buck despite himself, his eyes losing focus.
Cronus sighed and dropped to his knees. He crawled down under the table, and
started licking at his boyfriend’s bulge.
“F-f-fuck! Cr9nus…” Kankri trailed off, his nook beginning to ache with want.
“Do you still want us to let you go?” Dualscar mumbled, grinding against
Kankri’s hips.
Kankri shook his head, a moan bubbling onto his lips. “N-n9 sir! D9 whatever
y9u… want…”
The man grinned, slipping his ringed fingers into Kankri’s nook. “That’s what I
like to hear…”
Kankri gasped for air, keening at Dualscar’s touch. “Daaaaaaddy~”
Cronus sucked harder on Kankri’s bulge, rolling his hips against his calves.
Dualscar’s eyes drifted up and down the mutant, his smile faltering. In a
moment, his fingers were gone.
“Hmm?” Kankri mumbled, glancing at the man over his shoulder.
“Cronus. That’s enough.”
The greaser hesitated, swallowing around Kankri’s bulge one last time, before
standing. “Dad?”
Dualscar glared down at the boy, shaking his head. “He doesn’t fucking deserve
it.”
“But- but daddy!”
“You didn’t seem very grateful for the last time we did it, so how can I expect
you to be grateful now?”
Kankri began to buck his hips in a desperate attempt to change the man’s mind.
“I’m s9rry… fuck, I’m s9rry, I’ll d9 anything, please!”
The man sneered. “Then impress me.” He reached into the pool table, retrieving
the violet twelve ball, and tossed it at him.
Kankri stared down at it, whimpering.
“…Dad?” Cronus asked as the man left for the door.
Dualscar paused. “He has to remember how much he needs us.”
 
Gamzee stared across the violet estate, a sense of dread bubbling up into his
mind. He wasn't.... actually just going to leave Karkat here, was he? He
glanced over at the mutant, and returned his gaze to the floor. Well, he
definitely wasn't going to drag him back into the car, kicking and screaming.
Cronus opened the front door, his breath catching in his throat as he met the
Makara's glare. "DAD!"
Dualscar frowned, standing from the dinner table.
"DAAAAAD!!!!!"
He placed his spoon on his napkin, before leaving to see what the problem was.
Eridan sighed and slipped out of his seat, taking this as an opportunity to
excuse himself. He paced down the hall, heading towards his room, when he heard
a peculiar sound. He paused, making sure it wasn't his imagination. A definite
moan rang steady in his ears. He identified the source of the noise, and
approached the game room, before opening the door and peeking in. What he saw
made his face flush violet.
Kankri braced himself on his bound wrists, slowly attempting to ease his nook
onto a purple billiard ball.
The seadweller stood there, frozen as he watched the scene play out.
The mutant rubbed himself on the orb, rocking his hips back and forth, before
sinking onto it. He repeated this process, bit by bit, while dribbling
translucent red onto the green felt of the table.
Eridan gave a hushed gasp as he felt his bulge unwind from his sheath, his
ringed fingers clutching the door frame.
Then they made eye contact.
The seadweller slammed the door shut immediately, and sprinted down the hall to
his room.
 
 
 
Eridan hugged his knees, calling Sollux over his headset.
"What i2 it, a22hole?"
Eridan said nothing, staring into space. "... Sol-" He gasped, voice quivering.
"You-you knoww Kar's brother?"
"Yeah... holy 2hit, are you okay?"
Eridan hung up.
Chapter End Notes
     UGH! Sorry, I feel like this chapter doesn't have very much polish.
     I'm going to be editing it throughout the week, but I just needed to
     get it to you people! It's also totally not my fault, my browser
     became unresponsive, and I had to force quit it, so I lost a TON of
     changes. :(. Anyway, I hope you liked it! Also, thank you so much to
     everyone who's commented and left Kudos, it really means a lot to me!
     ALSO: NOTE TO DICTIONARY WRITERS: MAKE MORE FUCKING WORDS FOR DOOR!
     IF YOU ARE TRYING TO EXPLAIN A SCENE THAT TAKES PLACE IN A DOORWAY,
     IT IS SUPER HARD!!! He rested against the door, he stood in the
     doorway, he clutched the doorknob, he rung the doorbell, DO YOU SEE
     WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE!!!??? GAAAHHHH, FUCK YOU!!!!!
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Dualscar stared down at Gamzee, both rage and terror building in his chest.
"Get off of my property."

Karkat frowned, giving and uncomfortable chuckle. "Uh... sir?"

Dualscar scowled, grabbing Karkat by the sweater, and began to drag him inside.
"I take it your little friend didn't exactly tell you what he did to my car."

He raised an eyebrow, turning back to Gamzee. "No? Wait, what did you do?"

Gamzee looked away, hands buried in his pockets. "I... um, I kinda dinged it up
a little-"

"YOU BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF IT WITH A BASEBALL BAT!" Dualscar spat,
bearing his teeth as he tossed Karkat inside.

Gamzee gave a shaky sigh, meeting Karkat's gaze, before glancing at the floor.
"Look, I'm just here to drop him off, I don't want to start anything."

Dualscar bit the inside of his cheek, nodding. "Yeah, yeah, well it's a little
fucking late, kid, not gonna lie. Now get the fuck off my porch."

Gamzee sighed begrudgingly and turned to leave. He paused, a sense of dread
setting in his gut. He couldn't let this man do that shit to Karkat again...
no... "Mr. Ampora?" he glared at the man over his shoulder. "Do you believe in
instant-karma?"

Dualscar narrowed his eyes.

Gamzee turned, hands clenched into fists. "You know... what goes around
MOTHERFUCKING COMES AROUND?"

Dualscar took a step back.

"Careful," Gamzee hissed. "If you keep MOTHERFUCKING taking, you might lose
something real fuckin' close to you."

Mr. Ampora slammed the door shut.

"Oh my god..." Karkat muttered, staring through the peephole as Gamzee's car
rolled out of the driveway. The dread rising in his throat sent his blood cold.
"What the fuck?" He asked, turning his back to the door, a hand clutching his
head.

Dualscar sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "That's it. I'm leaving."

"Leaving what?" Cronus asked, frowning.

"The school. The Makara's fucking run the place, I'm going to get killed if I
stay... fuck, god, I have to pull Eridan out too, there is no way I'm letting
him any where near that psycho fucking family."

Karkat pursed his lips. "Um... what about-"

"Fuck, you too, no, no, you are not going back there, do you understand?"
Dualscar asked, beginning to pace around the lobby, heart pounding in his
chest.

Karkat stared at the ground, a lump forming in his throat. He wanted to argue…
he would miss everyone so much... but he felt as if it wasn’t his place to
disagree. "Okay."

Dualscar sighed. "I have to find another job... fuck..."

The Empress had installed a system that forced all classes of citizens to work,
but were given salary depending on blood color. She claimed that this helped
people not feel pressured into one occupation over another, and installed
trickle-down economics, so that the lower castes could still be employed by the
higher ones, while the high-bloods were still forced to be productive members
of society.

It was... not that popular among the rusts, and kinda started leading to a
civil rights movement, which the Condescension downright loathed. She tried to
blame it all on Afterus, as she felt her citizens were mirroring the Alternian
Signless.

Though, she blamed most things on Afterus.

But, to be fair, the Alternian Empress had demanded the majority of Beforus's
sopor as terms for their... ‘treaty,’ forcing the society to reserve it's
supply for medical use only.

Some use it recreationally, despite it being extremely illegal.

The Makaras were a special exception, however, the Condescension having to turn
a blind eye, as if she didn't, the family would surely send a league of their
loyal followers to destroy her government.

~ANYWAY~

Cronus bit his lip, nodding. "Eridan's not going to like this..."

"Well he's probably not going to like a juggling club through his skull either,
so I think he'll be willing to compromise. Oh, also, Karkat, you live here
now." Dualscar added in quickly, wanting to get it out of the way.

Karkat swallowed. "Oh."

Dualscar gave a thumbs up, glad that Karkat seemed to be taking the information
better than his brother had.

Cronus sighed. "Vwho's gonna break the newvs to Eri?"

Dualscar glanced at the ground. "I'd better do it... Cronus, you get Karkat a
room, alright?"

Cronus nodded, before leading Karkat up the stairs.

Mr. Ampora sighed, and began to follow them, before pausing, and staring down
the hall towards the game room. He glanced up at Cronus and Karkat, before
striding down the passageway. He opened the door, eyes focusing on Kankri,
laying limp on the pool table, tears and saliva leaving streaks across his
face.

*He trembled as Dualscar approached him, and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I'm... sorry."

Kankri said nothing, eyesight unfocused, only a strangled whine escaping him.

Dualscar huffed, eyes searching around the pool table for the twelve ball he
had provided. It seemed to have disappeared. He grit his teeth, and turned
Kankri around, before pressing on his stomach. "You're gonna have to work with
me, here."

Kankri nodded, taking shaky breaths, and clenching the walls of his nook
together. Slowly, the orb began to emerge.

The Ampora helped ease it out, the ball plopping onto the table. "Fuck... I
can't believe you actually did it..." he muttered, investigating the pool ball.
"I'm sorry. This is gross... you must feel gross."

Kankri nodded, legs shaking, copious amounts of red dripping from his nook.

Dualscar reached over and picked him up, carrying Kankri out to go find a
bathroom.



"Hey, uh, I don't suppose you got me those pills I asked for?" Cronus asked,
scratching the back of his head as Karkat threw his backpack onto the bed.

"Oh, yeah. Here," Karkat responded, fishing the bottle out of his pocket,
before tossing it at Cronus.

Cronus caught it, smiling, and removed the lid. He shook one of the pills into
his palm, and turned it in his fingers, before placing it on his tongue.



"Does that feel better?" Dualscar asked, massaging shampoo into Kankri's scalp.

"Yes, daddy..." Kankri mumbled, bulge thrashing in the water.

"You... don't have to call me that all the time."

Kankri gave a slight nod, sniffing. He pulled his hand out of the water and
started wiping the dried tear-streaks off his face, the salty crust irritating
his skin.

Dualscar ran his hands down Kankri's sides, resting his head on Kankri's
shoulder. "Are you still upset?"

"N9, Dualscar."

"Good. Are you happy you're going to live with me?"

"Yes, Dualscar."

**The seadweller chuckled, tickling Kankri's neck with his breath. "Are you
mine?"

Kankri's gut sank, hands clenching into fists. He closed his eyes. "Yes,
Dualscar."

The man sighed. "I do want you to be happy staying here... but I can't have you
going crazy like that again, do you understand?"

Kankri nodded, hands trembling.

"Tell me, Kankri, what do you want right now?"

Kankri sunk deeper into the water. "I... I want y9ur 6ulge, daddy."

Dualscar nodded, petting Kankri's face. "I'm happy to hear that. But I can't
give it to you..." The man began to stroke the base of Kankri's horns, making
him trill. "You're going to have to earn your privileges back."

Kankri whined, his hand going to his crotch. "Please, daddy! I'll make you feel
g99d, I pr9mise!"

The man tisked. "I need you to prove to me how much you want it first."

Kankri shivered, clutching his hands into fists. "H9w? H9w d9 I pr9ve it?"

Dualscar grabbed him by the chin. "You'll have to wait a while... and want me
every fucking second of it. Do you understand?"

Kankri nodded. "Yes, daddy."

"Good." Dualscar released him and stood. "Finish cleaning yourself up, and
don't go anywhere. Got it?"

Kankri gave another nod, sinking further into the water.

With that, Dualscar left to go find his son.





Cronus stared down at Karkat, biting his lip. He wondered if... haha... fuck
yeah. He sat down next to Karkat, staring at him, and shut his eyes briefly.
His mind wandered back to the car ride, and began to linger on his father. No,
no, Kankri. He would focus on Kankri. Kankri... getting fucked-

*"What do you want, Cronus?" Karkat asked, staring at him.

Cronus swallowed. "I... I wvas, uh, hoping wve could maybe..."

"You want to fuck me, don't you?"

Cronus paused. "I wvould... uh, yeah."

Karkat sighed, nodding. "I never would have guessed," He murmured, sarcasm
dripping from his lips.

Cronus smiled, and let Karkat onto his lap, cradling his hips. "Miss me, huh?"

"Mhm," Karkat murmured. "I... did."

"I bet you wvere thinking about my bulge... wveren't you, babe?"

Karkat gave a shaky exhale, his bulge sliding out of it's sheathe. "I've
already done this three times today... can we... take it slow?"

Cronus nodded. "Vwovw... you... sure get around, don't you?"

"What can I say?" Karkat murmured. "That first night... you did something to
me." He paused, thinking back to the promise he had made Gamzee... He frowned.
"Cronus, you're not... using me, are you?"

Cronus stiffened. "Nah.... nahh.... haha. Nope."

Karkat sighed. That was about the least convincing thing he had heard in his
life... but, he'd believe it if it meant he could get what he wanted. He slid
off his pants and lay back on the bed. "So? Do what you fucking want."

Cronus nodded, and slipped a finger into Karkat's nook. "Slow... right?"

"Yes, please~"

The door creaked open.

"Oh! Uh, dad," Cronus muttered, standing. Violet rushed to his face, despite
himself.

"Cronus, I want to talk with you." Dualscar grabbed his son by the wrist and
lead him down the hallway, taking him into the master bedroom. "I want you to
tell me what you've been giving these two."

Cronus gave a slight chuckle, and scratched the back of his head. "Um... it's
not so much vwhat I've been giving them... and more of vwhat I've been taking."
He reached into his pocket and retrieved the pill bottle. "I... got this on the
internet... and, vwell, it fucking vworks, obwviously."

Dualscar took the capsule and turned it in his hand. "... Holy shit..." He
murmured, reading the label. "That's fucking brilliant..." He cleared his
throat, and glanced at his son. "May I?" He asked.

"Go ahead."

The man opened the container and shook some of it's contents into his palm,
before swallowing them accordingly. He sighed. "I suppose I should tell you
now... the Makara's know we've been drugging them."

Cronus swallowed, the color draining from his face. "They're gonna fucking kill
us, aren't they?"

"We have guns, Cronus. We have guns. Hopefully they'll just forget about us
once they stop seeing us at the academy."

Cronus nodded. "Agreed."

"So... what did you put in Karkat's food that made him so... horny?"



**Kankri stared at reddish bath water, rubbing his nook gently. He was a
fucking whore... He threw his head back, taking a shaky breath. His attention
was torn from the bathtub as the door opened, in walking Dualscar, and behind
him, Cronus. Kankri moaned at the sight, adjusting himself to better view the
highbloods entering.

Cronus glanced at his father, before undoing his fly, and letting his bulge
out.

Kankri purred and crawled out of the tub, before gripping the organ, running
his tongue along the underside.

Dualscar chuckled, and fished out his cock, before crouching over Kankri and
leading it towards his waiting entrance.

Kankri cried out in ecstasy, the walls of his nook greedily accommodating
Dualscar. "FUUUCK~" He cried, resting his head against Cronus's thigh. He
sloppily sucked up pre-material dripping from Cronus, moaning between licks.

"Fuck..." Cronus murmured, his bulge tensing under the stimulation.

"Cronus..." Dualscar warned.

Cronus pushed Kankri's head away and took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm okay." He
allowed Kankri to get back to work.

Dualscar quickened his pace, grabbing Kankri roughly by the thighs. "You're so
fuckin' perfect like this..."

Kankri thanked him by tensing the walls of his nook a couple times, his mouth a
little too occupied to speak.

"Ahh~" Cronus hissed, covering his face with his hands. He stiffened, and
pushed Kankri away, forcing his bulge back in his pants.

"But- but daddy!" Kankri whined, desperate to have that taste in his mouth
again.

Cronus just shook his head, before seating himself on the counter. "Sorry,
Kan."

Kankri gave a sob, burying his face in his arms.

Dualscar grit his teeth, feeling his bulge start to twitch, and pulled out of
Kankri.

"N9... n9, please!" Kankri gasped, turning around, fists shaking.

Dualscar sighed. "Let's go, Cronus."

"N9!"

Cronus slid off the counter, petting Kankri's hair, before following his father
out the door.

"Please..."

Dualscar slammed the door shut.

"...Dad..." Cronus muttered, a hand going to his crotch.

"We'll take care of that, don't worry," he promised. "Where's Karkat, anyway?"



CG: GAMZEE.

TC: Hi... KaRkAt.

CG: WTF WAS THAT.

TC: :?

CG: DON'T FUCK WITH ME, ASSHOLE, YOU WERE ACTING SCARY AS SHIT JUST NOW!

TC: . . .

CG: WELL?

TC: you know i dont like those fuckers.

CG: IS THAT THE BEST EXCUSE YOU'VE FUCKING GOT? CHRIST, GAMZEE, AND DID YOU
REALLY SMASH UP HIS CAR?

TC: m...a...y...b...e

CG: GOD FUCKING DAAAMN IT, GAMZEE!!!!!! HOW DO YOU EXPECT THIS TO WORK OUT?
THERE IS NO WAY THEY'RE GOING TO FORGET THIS BULLSHIT! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?
'HEY, DUALSCAR, WHY DON’T YOU MEET MY NEW BOYFRIEND, HE'S THE ONE WHO DESTROYED
YOUR PROPERTY, AND THREATENED YOU IN YOUR OWN HOME!' I'M SURE HE'LL BE JUST
ECSTATIC ABOUT THAT FUCKING RELATIONSHIP!

TC: he doesnt have to MOTHERFUCKING know

CG: GTG, HES HERE

TC: KICK him in the MOTHERFUCKING GROIN



Karkat put his phone aside and stared up at the two seadwellers, his stomach
sinking. Oh. Oh god. He felt his bulge slither out of it's sheathe... fucking
hell, was the mere sight of these two enough to turn him on now?

"Karkat... why don't you come over here," Dualscar muttered, undoing his fly.
Karkat stared at him. Oh fuck. Oh fuck...

CG: GAMZEE, WHAT DO I DO?

TC: what? whats he doing?

Dualscar ripped the phone out of Karkat's hands. "It's rather rude to just
ignore someone like that," He muttered, reading over the texts. His eyes
drifted back down to Karkat.

TC: ... bro?

TC: motherfucker, you're scaring me.

carcinoGeneticist has blocked terminallyCapricious.  

Dualscar stuffed the phone into his back pocket. "I thought I made it clear
that you're going to stay away from that family as possible?"

Karkat stared into space, a feeling of despair settling into his chest. "I...
yes... sir."

The man cupped Karkat's cheek. "Good. Now then... let's have some fun,"
Dualscar suggested, his bulge getting antsy.

Karkat opened his mouth obediently, sticking out his tongue.

Cronus moved next to his father, biting his thumb as he held his bulge.

Karkat sighed, and began to palm himself through his jeans.

"Fuck..." Dualscar muttered. "Follow me." He paced into and down the hall,
walking into the master bedroom. "Lay down on the bed."

Karkat glanced at him, and did so accordingly.

Dualscar rolled his eyes. "Take your fucking pants off first."

Karkat unbuttoned his fly, fingers shaky, before sliding his jeans and boxers
down his trembling legs.

Cronus sighed, seating himself between Karkat’s legs.

“S-slow, please,” Karkat reminded him, breaths shallow.

“Sure thing, babe.”

Dualscar chuckled. “Was I too rough earlier?”

Karkat hesitated, biting his lip.  

“I suppose I just wanted to leave an impression.” He said to his defense,
retrieving his bulge.

“Then goal achieved, sir,” Karkat murmured, taking his teachers member in his
hands, and sucking on it gently.

Dualscar sighed, and pet Karkat’s hair. “You’re such a good kid, you know
that?”

“Thank you, sir,” Karkat mumbled, chills running up his spine as Cronus slowly
moved inside him.

Cronus grit his teeth, resting his head on Karkat’s chest, and gripping his
sides as if he were holding on for dear life. “Fuck... “

Karkat moaned, his nerves tingling in pleasure. “I fucking love you…”

Dualscar grinned. “Which one of us are you talkin’ to?”

“Both, I love you...both…” Karkat trailed off as Cronus began to play with his
bulge. Karkat whimpered, toes curling, as he struggled to keep a grip on
Dualscar’s cock. “Ahh~ Daddy…” He mumbled, hips beginning to twitch.

Cronus grinned, pausing his gentle thrusts in favor of making his bulge lash
back and forth inside the boy under him.

"AHHHHH~" Karkat whined, his back arching at the sensation. "Oh fuck, fuck
FUCK!" He cried, scrunching his eyes closed.

“Are you close, babe?” Cronus murmured, laying his cheek on Karkat’s stomach.

“Mhm!” Karkat managed, holding his breath in anticipation.

Cronus was tempted to speed up, but chose not to, wishing to respect Karkat’s
request. “I lowve you,” he said instead.

Karkat gasped, legs tensing, as he felt himself tumble over the edge. “Daddy~”
He moaned, pumping Dualscar’s bulge as he came.

Cronus groaned as the walls of Karkat’s nook seemed to pulse around him, spurts
of fluid escaping the the entrance with every thrust. “Fuuuuuu-u-uck~” He
moaned, gripping Karkats torso and holding his breath, feeling release wash
over him.

Karkat gave a quivering warble, his fingers still playing with the man next to
him.

Dualscar sighed, not nearly as close to orgasm as he would like to be. “Now,
now, Karkat.” He murmured, Karkat’s eyes appearing drowsy. “You still have a
job to do… be a good boy, and make your teacher cum.”

Karkat’s ears pricked up at the request, the energy returning to his eyes.
“Yes, sir!” Karkat pulled himself out from under Cronus, and crouched under
Dualscar, caressing him with his tongue. He rubbed his nook on the sheets as he
worked, leaving red and violet stains. “Please cum on my face, sir, I want to
know what it feels like~”

“Fuck- kid-” Dualscar hissed, biting his thumb and digging his claws into his
pillow.

“Will you? Will you please, sir?”

“Yeah, -fuck-, I’ll cum on your face, if you like… cover you in royal slurry,
is that what you want?”

Karkat bobbed his head up and down enthusiastically. “Yes, sir! God, I want
proof that you own me, that I’m your little bulge slut~ Please, please cover
me!”

“You know-” Dualscar grunted. “Just what to fucking say, kid-” And with a final
groan, he came.

Karkat scrunched his eyes shut as he felt the rush of fluids hit his face. He
panted quietly, and began to lick the purple off his cheeks, much to Dualscar’s
entertainment.

Dualscar nodded, smiling. He glanced at the crack under the door, biting the
inside of his cheek as he realized Elfrid had started turning off the lights in
the halls. “Fuck, what time is it…” he turned, eyes fixing on the analog clock
he kept on his bedside table. 10:34. The seadweller pinched the bridge of his
nose, sighing. “Alright, kids, time for bed.” He hesitated, before realizing
Kankri was still probably in the bathroom. He reached into his back pocket,
retrieving his phone, and sent a text to Elfrid.



CA:<< Hey, I hate to ask you to do this, but one of the mutant kids is in the
bathroom. Take him to his room, will you? Oh… and, uh, brace yourself… he’s
kinda… you know. Nude... And... horny?

SB: Haha< Sir< I’m 40 sweeps< I have no sex drive< I doubt I will be shaken>  

CA:<< I know you don’t, Elfrid, I know you don’t.



Dualscar placed his phone on the nightstand, before grabbing a pack of
earplugs. He passed some to Cronus. “Sorry, kid, they’re designed for
seadwellers.” He bit his lip. “Listen. No matter what you hear tonight, don’t
leave. You are not permitted to leave this room, do you understand?”

Karkat frowned, taking this as more of a warning than a suggestion. “Yes, sir.”

“And… don’t wake me, okay?” With that, Dualscar clapped his hands, closing the
blinds to keep out the sun, and began to fall asleep.



**Kankri rolled in his bed, a solid three fingers in his nook, hips rocking
into nothing. He needed sex.... fuck, fuck, he needed it... slowly, he removed
his fingers and climbed off the mattress. He trembled, tears prickling the
corners of his eyes, and crawled over to the door, opening it slowly. He stared
down the darkened hall, breath catching in his throat as he felt his bulge
thrash between his thighs. "PLEASE!" He cried out, praying someone would
respond. He shivered, waiting, but was met with nothing.

slowly, he dragged himself into the hall, trembling, and attached himself to
the first door, red beginning to drip down his leg. He shook the knob
violently, but alas, it was locked. So was the next one. And the one after
that. And the one after that... all of them. Every goddamn door was locked.
Kankri collapsed to his knees at the end of the hall, a sob leeching into his
voice as he begged, pleaded for the attention he so desperately needed. "I'M
S9RRY!" He cried, hating himself so much for the display he made at dinner. He
needed them, he'd do anything for them, so long as it meant he would be filled.
He continued sobbing, screaming for someone to help him, but at this point, he
was mostly talking to himself.

That is, until he heard a door creak open.

"The fuck is all this racket?" Eridan asked, groggy, as he trudged down the
hallway to confront Kankri.

Kankri's eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat in pure, unadulterated glee.

Eridan stopped dead in his tracks as he got a good look at Kankri, and realized
how painfully naked he was. And the fact that Kankri was bounding towards him
like a hound to a steak. He began taking fearful steps back, heart catching in
his throat, and turned to make a run for it.

Before he could, Kankri attached himself to Eridan's leg, staring up at him,
teary-eyed. "Fuck me, 9h please master, fuck me!"

Eridan gave a strangled yelp, trying to free himself from Kankri's grip. "Get
the fuck off me!"

Kankri did so without so much as a hesitation, sitting back on his heels.

Eridan tried to calm himself, blinking a few times in attempt to make sure this
wasn't a dream. He stared down at Kankri, and... oh fuck, there was his bulge,
the tip pushing out of his sheathe cautiously. He wasn't sure if he should be
turned on or terrified. Eridan grit his teeth. "Look, fuck, okay, wwe need to
get you help..." he turned away from Kankri, rising a distressed whine. Eridan
shook his head, and continued down the hall, before knocking on his father's
door. "Dad, somefin's wwrong wwith Kan!" He called.

Karkat sat up, staring at the source of the noise.

You are not permitted to leave this room, do you understand?

"What? What's wrong with him?" He asked, a concerned tone shifting into his
voice.

Eridan stiffened. Why was Karkat in his dad's room...? He shook his head,
focusing back on the task at hand. "He's not acting right! Get dad!"

Karkat shook his head. "He told me not to wake him!"

Eridan scoffed. "Kar, this is a fuckin' EMERGENCY! Get him up already!"

Karkat said nothing, laying back down on the bed.

"Kar?"

"I'm... sorry. I can't."

Eridan groaned in frustration. Since when was Karkat such a fuckin' teachers
pet? He could call Elfrid... no, no, fuck that, there was no way he was
tainting that sweet old man's innocence.

He gave a shaky breath and turned back to Kankri. "Wwhat do you need right
noww?"

He regretted asking.

Kankri ground his sopping nook against his heel. "Fuck me, 9h please, master,
just fucking wreck me already, please!"

Eridan rubbed his temples and turned away, taking a deep breath. "I meant like
wwater or something, jesus..."

"Cum! Please let me have y9ur cum~"

Eridan groaned. "You knoww wwhat... just... fuck, followw me." He lead Kankri
to his room, and sat on the bed.

Kankri whimpered, hips rocking as he stared at Eridan from the floor.

"Alright... so... howw the fuck is this supposed to wwork?"

Kankri sighed, and crawled onto Eridan's lap, rising a hushed gasp from him.
"Just relax~" he purred, reaching his hand down and palming Eridan through his
pajama pants.

Eridan sighed and bit his lip, nodding. "Yeah, yeah, alright..." he lay down on
the bed, heart pounding in his chest, as he felt Kankri slide his pants down
his legs.

Kankri latched his mouth onto Eridan's squirming member, rising a hushed gasp.

"Fuck... oh... fuck..." Eridan mumbled, his legs tensing up, beginning to
shake.

"Does it feel good, master?" Kankri hummed, pumping the organ roughly with his
fingers.

Eridan nodded, holding his breath. "Fuck... slow down a bit, wwill you?" He
asked.

"9f c9urse, master!"

The seadweller sighed, the touch turning soft and gentle. "Yeah... yeah, just
like that," he slurred, staring down at Kankri. He bit his lip. "I feel like I
should be doing somefin, here..."

Kankri nodded, eyes half lidded. "Do whatever you want to me, master~"

Eridan shook his head, chest tensing. "Fuck, no, like... is there anything you
wwant?"

Kankri purred, nodding. "Fucking wreck me, please, I want it, I want y9u t9
hurt me, use me like the trash I am, please-"

"OKAY, WWHOA! Holy shit, do you hear yourself right noww?" Eridan took off his
glasses and put them on the bed, before rubbing his eyes. "Just... tell me if
you wwant me to do anyfin *normal,* alright?"

Kankri stared off into space, as if registering what was being asked of him.
"D9 y9u... c9uld y9u t9uch my h9rns?"

Eridan sighed, smiling. "There wwe go." He began to stroke the base of the nubs
with his thumb, rising a moan from Kankri, Kankri returning his attention to
Eridan's bulge.

The seadweller sighed, resting his cheek against Kankri's head. "That feels
really... really nice," he murmured, snuggling into the older troll's hair.

Kankri nodded, a warm feeling bubbling up in his chest. "Eridan?" He sniffed.
"Y9u're... really kind."

Eridan smiled. "Thanks... you... too?"

Kankri began to lap at Eridan's cock again, cradling the seadweller's hips.

"So... wwhat wwas going on at dinner?"

Kankri hesitated. "I was... angry. At y9ur dad... and y9ur br9ther."

"Wwhy?"

Kankri sat back on his heels, staring at the ground, the emotions rushing back
to him. He covered his mouth with his hand, shaking his head. "I'm their
fucking wh9re..."

Eridan frowned, sliding off the bed. "Wwhoa, wwhoa, Kan... it's okay, shhhhh...
shhh..." The seadweller hugged Kankri, patting him on the back.

Kankri returned the gesture, his nook beginning to pulse at Eridan's touch. He
gave a shaky moan, and pushed Eridan back against the bedframe, returning to
his bulge.

Eridan hesitated, stopping him. "You're... sure you're okay wwith this?"

Kankri nodded, eyes wide. “I need it~”

The seadweller pursed his lips, and let him go. “I… okay.”  

Kankri dragged his tongue along the length, his tongue sweeping up pools of
precum as he went.

“Ahhh~ Kan~!” Eridan murmured, curling up and covering his face with his hands.

“Please, master, cum 9n me!”

“FUUUUCK-” Eridan moaned, his bulge giving short spasms, before spraying purple
onto the tongue of the waiting mutant.
“Aaaah~” Kankri moaned, slumping in between Eridan’s legs. “Thank y9u, master…”

The seadweller trembled, blinking, as if confused. “I… oh god… Cronus is going
to kill me…” he facepalmed, collapsing onto his bed. “WWHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST
DO?” He yelled at himself, registering that he just came on the face of his
brother’s boyfriend.

Kankri pursed his lips, and stood, pushing Eridan onto the mattress. “Please
d9n’t regret it…” he shivered. “Y9u… didn’t d9 anything wr9ng.”

Eridan gave a shaky sigh, scrunching his eyes shut. He hugged Kankri tight
before swallowing the lump in his throat, and allowing himself to drift asleep.



The Empress clicked her nails together, humming to troll Nicki Minaj as it
blasted through her speakers. Her ears pricked up at the sound of a
notification. She reached over to her phone and picked it up, clicking on the
text from Darkleer. Her eyes widened at the sight of a bucket filled to the
brim with Fuchsia slurry.



CT: Hello, Mrs. Empress. I hate to... Introod, but a member of the cleaning
staff found this... object under Mr. Ampora's desk. E%cuse me for saying so,
but I am a little concerned for the young empress.

CC: Holy carp.

CT: Ah, yes, holy carp indeed Mrs. Empress.

CC: OH SH--ELL, NO! COD CLAAAAAM IT, AMPORA!!!



The Condescension, stood, face flushed pink. "FEFERI!"
Chapter End Notes
     OOOOHKAY, NEW CHAPTER, NEW, LONG ASS CHAPTER.
     Thank you for reading, and all that jazz! And hey, if you've made it
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***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Summary
     HAVE SOME PLOT!
"BUT I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" Feferi cried, throwing her arms out in
exasperation.
"OOoooooooo, riiiig)(t, so t)(is bucket )(ere just filled itself, )(mm? And
wit)( Ampora none t)(e less, hat)( t)(ee no standards?"
"Mom? Could ya maybe krill out, a bit?" Meenah asked from the corner of the
room, feeling the woman was being too harsh on the youngest pixies.
The Empress scowled. "Until I get a proper expfination, I will not 'KRILL
OUT!'" She groaned, and pulled out her phone, before forwarding the photo to
Dualscar.
 
CC:T)(E FUCK IS T)(IS?
CA:<<... Oh... Oh... That's... not what you think it is.
CC: O)(, REEEELY????? T)(EN W)(AT, EXACTLY, WOULD IT BE?
CA:<<... It's... mine and the mutant kid's, I promise, Feferi has nothing to do
with it.
CC: PROVE IT.
CA:<<... If... you insist.
Dualscar sighed, and attached one of the photos he had taken of Karkat.
CA:<<There, are you happy.
CC: )(A)(A)(A)(A)(A)(A)(A)(A)(A)(A)(A)(!!!!! IS THAT ON YOUR DESK??? #NASTY,
LMFAO
CA:<<Well, I guess it doesn't matter anymore. I'm quitting.
CC: W)(at? W)(y?
CA:<<One fucking word; Makaras.
CC: A)(. Yeah, t)(at makes sense. Listen, purple buoy, I'll give you a month to
find a new job. But after that, I'm going to have to cut your salary.
CA:<< I figured.
CC: Thanks. Sea you later, Ams)(ora.
CA:<< I suppose I will.
 
The Condess sighed in relief, laying back on the couch. "Nevermind. You can go
to your room, if you want, Fifi."
"I FINK I WILL!" Feferi announced, standing, fists clenched, as she stomped out
of the living room.
Meenah watched her sister go, before shifting her gaze to her mother. "Umm...
so, what was with the bucket, then, anyway?"
The empress grinned, chuckling slightly. "It was Ampora's, and one of the
Afterus mutants."
Meenah's fins pricked up. "Dualscar's pailing with a Vantas?" she murmured,
beginning to pick at her fingernails.
"Yeah. )(A)(, maybe we s)(ould get t)(em to record it or somefin, that'd be s)
(ore to )(urt t)(is revolution bulls)(it!"
Meenah bit the inside of her cheek, a grin forming on her lips. "Yeah, yeah,
that'd be great. And imagine the looks on the Beforus Vantasi when they see it!
Priceless!"
The Empress smirked. "Better t)(an krilling em' t)(at's for sure. It's awfully
)(ard to make a martyr out of a porn star. )(A)(! T)(at bitc)( Alternian
version of me s)(ould be taking notes!"
Meenah's smile faltered, her chest falling heavy at the mention of the strong
political discourse reining between the two dimensions. It... was pretty shit.
Both Beforus and Alternia knew very well who would win in a war, and Afterus
used this knowledge to practically abuse Beforus with their increasingly
unreasonable treaties.
It was commonly referred to as the 'Wicked Twin Dimension', and with good
reason. It appeared that for every Beforian citizen, there was an Alternain
counterpart. Well... that is unless the alternate version of yourself got
killed. This was... usual.
"So, do you actually want to do it?" Meenah asked, staring her mother dead in
the eye.
The Empress paused. "I was joking w)(en I said it... but t)(e idea's not )(alf
bad, if I'm )(onest."
Meenah grinned, nodding. "So, are you gonna suggest that chute-lickin' grub-
fucker a new line of employment, or should I?"
 
Cronus groaned, cracking his back, before sitting up. He stared down at Karkat,
lying between him and his father. He pet Karkat's affectionately, before
grimacing as he noted the purple that lined the corners of the kid's mouth. He
pulled himself out of the covers before picking his clothes off the floor,
discarding the earplugs.
Kankri. He needed to find Kankri.
Cronus opened the door, pacing into the hall, hands buried in the pockets of
his jeans. He peaked his head into his boyfriend's room, blood going cold as he
found it empty. "Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck," He returned to the walkway, dialing
Kanrki's number. After a minute or so, he was taken to the voicemail. Kankri
must not have had his phone on him, he would either hang up immediately to
prove a point, or pick up in favor of giving a lecture. "Kanny?" He called
quietly, continuing his search.
Then he saw it.
A smear of red on the carpet at the end of the hall. He approached it,
crouching down and running his fingers over the stain. Yeah... that was
defiantly pre-cum.
Cronus stared back down the passageway, eyes fixing on little drips and
dribbles of the substance, seeming to make a trail. He followed it to... his
brother's room. Cronus reluctantly opened the door, eyes drifting to the bed
where Kankri and his brother lay. Oh fuck... oh fuck, what had he done.
Eridan groaned, opening his eyes at the sound of the door opening. "C-cro?" He
mumbled, pulling himself from Kankri's grip. His eyes widened in realization,
face flushing purple. "Oh- oh no..."
Cronus thought his brother might actually start crying. "Hey... shh, shh, it's
okay..." he sat down on the foot of the bed. "Wvhat happened?"
"Listen, Cro, I- he, god, I'm so sorry..."
"No, no, I'm not mad, just... vwhat happened. I wvant to make sure you're
okay..."
Eridan covered his face with his hands, crawling to the far corner of the bed.
"He just wwanted it so fucking bad, I tried to get dad, but- but, Kar wwas
there, and he wwouldn't wwake him- and god, Cro, he wwas so fuckin'
desperate..."
Cronus bit his lip, heart twisting in pity and remorse. "Is there anything I
can do?"
Eridan shook his head, averting eye contact. "You promise you're not mad?"
"Promise." Cronus reached over and shook Kankri awake, slowly pulling him out
of bed.
"Mhh...?" Kankri mumbled, groggy and confused as he rolled off the mattress.
"Listen, Cheif, don't tell dad about this, okay? He vwould probably flip his
shit if he found out you had sex, and I don't vwant him putting any heat on
Kanny, here."
Eridan gave a shaky sigh, nodding. "I wwas afraid... wwell, that you wwere
gonna tell him."
Cronus made a zipper gesture over his lips. "I didn't see nothin'. Novw... take
it easy ‘n stuff, talk to me if you need to. I'm always here."
"Thanks."
And with that, he closed the door, Dragging Kankri after him. "Hey... Kanny,"
He mumbled, Kankri to his room.
Kankri just bit his lip, grimacing, and buried his face in Cronus's shoulder.
 
Dualscar sat up, cracking his back as he did so, and stretched his arms. His
gaze drifted down to Karkat. "Rise and shine," He mumbled, stepping out of the
sheets.
Karkat groaned, curling upright. "Good morning, sir."
"How did you sleep?"
Karkat bit his lip. "Pretty good, except... well, Eridan woke me up."
Dualscar's mouth went dry. "What?"
"He said there was something wrong with Kankri..."
The man's jaw tightened, hands clenching into fists. "Why the fuck didn't you
wake me."
Karkat turned, brow furrowing. "You... told me not to."
"Listen to me. If Eridan ever needs anything, ever again, you tell me. I don't
care what I say, this stands under any circumstance. Do you understand?"
Karkat nodded, twiddling with his fingers nervously. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry."
Dualscar ran his fingers through his hair. "Pick up your clothes, and get back
to your room. Elfrid will call you when breakfast's ready."
"Can I... take a shower?"
Dualscar nodded. "Sure, whatever, do what you have to," He muttered, a bitter
twinge to his words. He peeled his pants off the floor, stepped into them, and
left to go find Eridan.
 
"Kanny... vwe should... talk."
Kankri shrugged, staring at the floor, eyes dark and unresponsive.
Cronus bit his tongue. "Wvhat are your boundaries here. Like, set in stone,
vwhat is taking it too far?"
Kankri gave a raspy laugh. "If I didn't kn9w better, I'd think y9u cared."
"Vwha- Kanny, vwhat does that mean? Of course I care!"
Kankri slung himself from his slouched position, back curling up against the
chair. "I was fucking begging y9u, Cr9nus. I was fucking begging y9u t9 let me
g9." He leaned over once again, giving a dark chuckle. "All y9u care about is
sex, and making y9ur daddy pr9ud."
"How fucking dare you!" Cronus spat, standing from the bed.
Kankri gave a dry smile. "It's true, isn't it?"
Cronus shook his head. "You think that's why I took you in from Afterus? Huh?
So I could fuck you? Our 'RELATIONSHIP' vwent a fucking SWEEP, vwithout so much
as a fuckin' kiss! And did I complain? A little, but I mean, COME ON, you
AGREED to by my matesprite, but... it never felt like you vwere."
Kankri growled. "S9 y9u think that using me as a fuckt9y is g9ing t9 fix 9ur
relationship?H9w p9etic."
Cronus's eyes widened in rage. "You vwanna talk about feeling used, huh? Hovw
do you think I felt? I knovw the only reason you stayed vwith me vwas because I
had money!" Cronus bit the inside of his cheek, breath shaky. "But that didn't
matter to me, because I fucking lovwed you."
Kankri gave a grimacing chuckle. "Y9u're wr9ng. As hard as it is f9r me t9
believe right n9w, I fucking saw s9mething in y9u."
"Yeah, I vwas such a great listener, right?" he muttered bitterly. "Five hours
straight. I fucking counted, that is hovw long you'wve rambled on at me
before." he ran his fingers through his hair. "Say wvhat you wvill about me,
but I'wve made sacrifices for this relationship."
"S9 what? Y9u think I 9we y9u sex because 9f that?"
Cronus shook his head. "I just vwish you'd be grateful. Stop taking me for
granted all the time."
"Well, that's n9t relevant anym9re, I supp9se. I'm leaving."
Cronus froze. He swore his bloodpusher felt like someone had jabbed a needle
through it. "...Vwhat?"
Kankri stood, hands on his hips. "G99d6ye, Cr9nus."
"Vwhere vwill you go?"
Kankri paused.
"If you leave novw, I promise, I will rewvoke your greencard."
Kankri turned. "Y9u w9uldn't."
"Oh, I wvould. The greencard I got for you. Cronus giwveth. Cronus... can
taketh avway." he stood. "You knovw, for howv much you talk, you vwere alvways
awvully vwague about wvhat your life wvas like on Afterus. Wvhy don't you tell
me novw... wvho knovws, maybe it will help refresh your memory."
Kankri bit his lip, shaking his head, heart falling heavy as he began to
realize how futile this was. He couldn't leave.
Cronus sighed, opening his arms. "C'mere."
Kankri looked away, before gritting his teeth, and shuffling towards the
seadweller.
Cronus wrapped his arms around Kankri, nustling his head into the boy's
sweater. "I lowve you, Kanny. I'll always lowve you."
"Then st9p y9ur fucking dad next time." Kankri whimpered, nails digging into
Cronus's t-shirt.
He remained silent. "Unless... unless you vwant it."
Kankri sighed, nodding. "Deal." He paused. "I l9ve y9u t99."
 
Dualscar knocked on Eridan's door, pushing it open slightly with his knuckles.
"Eri?"
Eridan glanced over at him, pulling off his headset. "Hi... dad."
The man strolled into the room, hands buried in his pockets. "Is something the
matter?"
Eridan glanced at the ground, fiddling with one of his rings. "Dad... wwhy-
wwhy wwas Kar in your room?"
Dualscar stiffened. "I... uh, he was... havin' a nightmare, so... I let him
sleep in my room."
Eridan bit the inside of his cheek, glaring at his father. "Karkat has too much
pride to ask somefin like that. Stop lying to me."
Dualscar turned away, running his fingers through his hair. Fuck..........
fuck, what could he say... "Fine. There were roaches in his room, and he had to
move. I didn't want to tell you, because it would gross you out."
Eridan shook his head. "Wwhatevver. I'll ask him about it later."
Dualscar rubbed his sweaty palms off on his pants. "Alright. Now, uh... tell
me, did anything... happen last night?"
Eridan paused. "No."
"Karkat said you were asking for me."
"No."
"Eridan, what happened."
"Nothin."
Dualscar grabbed his son by the shirt, pulling him forward. "That mutant fucker
VIOLATED you, didn't he?"
Eridan shook his head, eyes widening. "N-No!"
Dualscar pushed him back onto the bed, standing. "Don't fuckin' lie to me,
boy."
Eridan scowled, fins laying flat on his head.
Dualscar stared down at him, anger boiling in his gut. "My sweet... baby
boy..." He hissed, snarling at the thought of Eridan laying down while Kankri
used him.
"Dad, stop!"
Dualscar's gaze shifted to his son, and his expression melted. He sat on the
bed, before pulling his son into a hug. He rocked back and forth, muttering
little things Eridan couldn't quite catch.
"... Dad?"
"I love you so, so, so, so much, Eridan…”
Eridan nodded, hugging his father back. "I... love you too, dad."
Dualscar took a shaky breath, scrunching his eyes shut. His heart seemed to
twist in anger and confusion. "What did he do to you?"
Eridan said nothing, just shaking his head. "It's okay. Please, please don't be
angry."
This is all your fault.
"Really, I'm fine! It was... nice, even?"
You got greedy, and look what happened.
"... Dad?"
You SICK, PERVERTED, FUCKING-
"Holy shit, are you crying?"
Dualscar took steady breath, blinking, before pulling away from his son.
"I'm... yeah, I'm fine." He gave a pained smile, before standing. "I love you,
Eridan. I love you with my whole heart."
"... Love you too."
Dualscar nodded and stood, his hands shaking. Slowly, he retreated from the
room.
Eridan reached over for his phone, before making a call. "Hey, uh, Sol? Can I
talk to you about something? I just... have something that I really need to get
off my chest and I don't knoww wwho else to talk to."
"2eriiou2ly? Ii'm not your fucking Moiiraiil, dip2hiit. Talk to KK or
somethiing, Ii don't care."
"I can't! He's part of the glubbin' problem!"
"Oh, great, lemme gue22, you a2ked hiim out, he 2aiid no, becau2e you 2uck, and
now you're coming to me about your boyfriend problem2."
"No. Okay, something is seriously wwrong. Ugh, wwhere do I start...."
"Waiit, doe2 thii2 have to do wiith that call you gave me la2t niight? Wtf wa2
up wiith that?"
"Do you really wwant to knoww? Because I'm not so sure you do."
"Biitch, I'm not a fuckin' wwriggler, I can handle it."
"I... um. I saw his brother... uh. Hmm. He was. He was uh..."
"Touchiing hiim2elf? I feel liike you're tryiing two 2ay he wa2 touchiing
hiim2elf."
"It's more than that. He was tied up... and, and on a pool ball, and I think my
dad is behind it, and then last night, he was... oh, glub, I can't evven say
it!"
"Okay, 2low down, fuck, he wa2 tiied up?"
"Yeah. He started like... freaking out at dinner, so Cro and my dad took him to
the game room, and I thought they had just like, I dunno, shooshed him and left
him to calm down or somefin, but then... I walked in there, and his hands wwere
tied up, and he was trying to fit a pool ball in his nook."
"Holy 2hiit, waiit, thii2 ii2 KK'2 brother we're talkiing about?"
"Yes, sol! Kankri, I’m talking about Kankri!"
"But he'2 celiibate!"
"No. Not anymore at least, I think something broke in him, he's been acting
crazy! Maybe he's in heat?"
"Heat2 aren't real, 2tupid. Okay, 2o, you are beiing 100% 2eriiou2 riight now?"
"Yeeees, I am!"
"Okay. I2 Karkat 2afe."
"... I... I don't knoww."
"Go check on hiim. Riight now."
Eridan put down the headset, standing, and wandering into the hall to find his
friend.
 
"Ahhhhhh... Cr9nus~"
"Hovw's that feeling, babe?"
"Cr9nus... it feels... amazing..."
Makeup sex probably wasn't the... healthiest way to mend a relationship, but
right now, it was all the seadweller had. He played gently with the folds of
Kankri's nook, trying to find what made him moan loudest. He was currently
grinding his heel against his sheath, in a desperate attempt to keep his bulge
in place. He didn't want any pheromones involved this time. Or... as little as
possible. He hoped it would be more... meaningful, if it was Kankri doing to
talking, not some drug. Though... realistically, there's no way that he could
keep all of them out of Kankri's system.
"I lovwe you so much, Kanny..."
"Then shut up, and use y9ur m9uth 9n me!"
Cronus did so, lapping at the folds of his lover's nook, suckling softly at the
flesh.
"AAAAH! Yes~ YES!" Kankri took hold onto Cronus's horns and lead his mouth up
to his bulge. "Ahh, 9pen up wide, 6aby."
Cronus's fins fluttered, his mouth slipping around the appendage.
"FuuuuUUUCK! G99d 69Y, Cr9nus!"
Cronus shivered, his knees going weak at Kankri's words.
"Wh9's the wh9re n9w, hmm? Liking the taste 9f my c9ck, are y9u?"
Cronus glanced up at him, shivering. This was hurting his ego... just a, just a
little bit.
Kankri's legs laced around Cronus's back, pulling him closer. He dug his nails
into Cronus's horns, using them to force the Ampora's head down his length.
Cronus detected sadism.
"Y9u 9we me this, fucker. D9n't give me that l99k."
Cronus glanced at the floor, nodding, lips still pulled tight around the bulge
in his mouth.
"MmmMMhhm!" Kankri's toes curled as he ground his crotch into Cronus's face.
"Ahhhhh~ yeah, use y9ur t9ngue- FUCK!"
Cronus did so reluctantly, rolling the bulge in his maw while expertly dodging
his teeth. Is this how Kankri felt? It was... fuck, this was embarrassing.
Kankri gave a telling moan, hips bucking against Cronus's lips. His throat felt
so fucking cool around him, and god was it amazing. "I'm in c9ntr9l n9w, 6itch,
understand me?
Cronus swallowed, nodding again. Fuck, Kankri was more pissed than he thought.
He... this kind of anger, that's not what he sounded like, was it? He just
wanted to spice things up a bit, earn a nice reaction... feel powerful? This
was going full on spades, and he didn't like it one fucking bit. He wanted to
keep Kankri in a nice shiny red quadrant, and that's it. Was that too much to
ask for?
Kankri grit his teeth, hands move to the base of his horns, gripping them
tightly. "Ahh- fuck, this is what y9u fucking get, wh9re,"
Cronus paused, breath hitching as he felt Kankri's claws drag down his scalp.
Ooooh, oh shit, that was blood, oh fuck, he was bleeding. He pulled back,
gasping, and wiped his mouth off on the back of his hand. His hands rose to his
hair, a violet sheen rubbing off on his fingertips. "Wvhat the fuck, chief!? I
never made you bleed, that ain't fair!"
Kankri glared at him, eyes darkened. "6itch, y9u tied me up, kicking and
screaming, f9rced me int9 the back seat 9f y9ur car, where y9u pr9mptly let
y9ur FATHER fuck the living daylights 9ut of me, 6ef9re tying me up YET AGAIN,
n9 less than an h9ur later. FUCKER, Y9U CAN HANDLE A FEW SCABS!"
Cronus swallowed. "Okay, the vway you say it, it sounds pretty bad... but you
did... ask me to pull ovwer, Kanny."
Kankri bit his lip, scowling. "I... " His brow furrowed. He was... right. He
had asked for it, begged even. Even if he regretted it... he couldn't hold
Cronus to that. "S9rry... I'll... g9 find y9u s9me disinfectant 9r s9mething. I
will return sh9rtly, please d9n't g9 anywhere."
Kankri stood, pulling up his pants, before wandering into the hall. The butler
would probably know. He made his way down the steps, eyes catching on Dualscar,
the man smoking while drinking what appeared to be scotch.
Dualscar's gaze fixed on him, a snarl forming on his lips. "Sit down."
Kankri bit his lip, fiddling with the sleeve of his sweater. "I... uh, Cr9nus
is hurt, I need t9 get him someth-"
"I said, SIT DOWN."
Kankri swallowed, grabbing a seat across from Dualscar.
Dualscar folded his hands over his face, glaring across the table. "Words...
cannot express my contempt for you in this moment."
Kankri snickered. "The feeling is mutual."
Dualscar grit his teeth, clutching the edges of the table as if making an
attempt to restrain himself. "I don't think you understand... what you just
did."
"Well, then I supp9se y9u sh9uld enlighten me."
"It was his first fucking time, for christ's sake! He's a kid,Kankri. It's not
fair to drag him into this."
"This? What d9 y9u mean 6y 'this?' Y9ur attempt t9 turn me int9 a sex d9ll?"
Dualscar rolled his eyes. "You're exaggerating."
"I'm n9t s9 sure I am. Mr. Amp9ra, with all due respect, y9u are... cruel. I'm
afraid 9f what y9u're trying t9 d9 t9 me."
"Afraid?" The man laughed, taking another chug of his liquor. "Honey, you don't
have anything to be scared of... I'm tryin' to give you a good life, here."
Kankri raised an eyebrow. "9h... really?" He chuckled, shaking his head.
"F9rgive me, 6ut I find it rather difficult t9 6elieve y9u have my 6est
interest in mind."
"Hey, I gave you a bed, didn't I? I've fed you... hell, I've been feeding you
for a sweep now. Everything that Cronus has given you came out of my pocket!"
He sucked on his cigarette, eyes hazy. "Doesn't that... deserve a little
thanks?"
Kankri narrowed his eyes. "I d9n't 9we y9u shit. They were gifts, n9 strings
attached."
Mr. Ampora raised an eyebrow. "You don't owe me, huh? Spoiled fucking bitch,
you owe me EVERYTHING. You owe me your education, your home, and the clothes
off your back."
Kankri growled, standing. "Y9u're calling me sp9iled? Fucker, y9u were hatched
with a silver sp99n in y9ur m9uth. I w9rked harder than y9u have in y9ur entire
life, just t9 stay alive. And th9ugh I appreciate y9ur gener9sity, the 9nly
difference 6etween y9u and I, is that I g9t the sh9rt straw. Y9u didn't earn
y9ur wealth, Mr. Amp9ra, it was given t9 y9u."
Dualscar grit his teeth, standing. "Do NOT underestimate my life. It's not been
a pretty ride." He gestured to the scars on his face. "And even if it was just
bad luck that got you where you were, do NOT forget who took you out. It was my
good will that saved you, nothing more, nothing less." He chuckled. "Some
people just won't appreciate what they've got until it's taken from them. So
let's start with those pretty little clothes, shall we? I'll make you
appreciate me. I'll teach you to be fucking grateful, you fucking scum!"
Kankri backed away, circling around the table as Mr. Ampora approached him.
"We're n9t d9ing this again."
"Oh, but we are dearie. Fuck it, you'll sleep naked on the floor tonight, if
you don't behave yourself."
"Y9u're drunk."
"And I'm serious."
"Dad?"
The two turned, staring up the steps as Eridan emerged.
His eyes danced between the two, a pit forming in his stomach as he surveyed
the scene. "Ww... wwhere's Kar?"
Dualscar frowned, leaning back up against the table. "I... uh..." He shook his
head. "Check the guest bedroom at the end of the hall."
Eridan nodded, but stayed very still. "Wwhat's... going on here?"
Dualscar glanced over at Kankri. "Nothing you should be worrying yourself
about."
Eridan paused, meeting Kankri’s panicked gaze. "Hey, uh, Kan, do you wwanna...
play some vvideo games with me, or somefin?"
Kankri nodded, keeping his eyes on Dualscar as he slowly made his way up the
stairs.
Dualscar bit his thumb, saying nothing.
 
Karkat hissed as the sizzling water hit his chest, reaching for the knob to
turn it cooler. He adjusted the dial slowly, until he felt a warm spray against
his skin. He leaned against the back of the shower cell, staring through the
crystal-cut glass into the enormous bathroom.
This was the life of luxury.
Part of him was actually glad he got to stay here.
No more hot water battles for him!
He reminisced back to a time when he thought that Cronus's apartment was the
best a person could get. When he was used to sleeping on dirt floors, and tent
bottoms. He closed his eyes, nostalgia washing over him as he remembered
sleeping in a tree fort he and Kankri had built, waiting patiently for his
brother to return home. He would come back with food, and sometimes even little
bits of candy or cakes. It was probably stolen, but Kankri insisted he had paid
for it with well earned money.
"Where'd you get the money from then, hmm?"
Kankri would always dodge the question.
"I bet you're a hitman or something! And you just won't say, so that they won't
be able to interrogate me!"
"D9n't be ridicul9us."
"Alright, then tell me!"
 He would always dodge the question.
 
Cronus hissed as he dabbed toilet paper on his scalp, the wounds stinging like
hell from all the product he put in his hair. He was intent on waiting for
Kankri, but it had been almost half an hour now, and he was starting to get
antsy. He sighed, and slowly made his way out of his bedroom’s private
bathroom, before peeking his head into the hall. "Kanny?"
He got no response. Reluctantly, he paced quietly out the door, almost as if he
were afraid of getting into trouble. He tiptoed down the staircase to see what
appeared to be his father, passed out under the table, cradling a bottle. Oh
shit. Oooooh, shit. "Dad?"
Dualscar remained unresponsive.
Cronus hurried down the steps, pulling the bottle from his father's grip and
reading the label. Yep. That was whiskey. He put the liquor on the table.
"C'mon, let's get you to bed."
His father muttered something, but didn't protest as Cronus took a hold of his
torso, helping him stand.
"Hovw much did you drink?"
"Cro... I'm a terrible father."
 
Kankri seated himself on Eridan's bed, fiddling with the hem of his sweater.
"Thank y9u..."
The seadweller sat next to Kankri and ran his fingers through his dyed hair.
"Wwhat's… wwhat the hell is going on?"
The mutant gave a steady exhale, glancing at Eridan out of the corner of his
eye. "I'm n9t g9ing t9 drag y9u int9 this."
"But, Kan, I can help you!"
"Well if y9u have t9 pick a side, I want it t9 be theirs." Kankri sighed,
covering his eyes with his hand. "I d9n't want y9u t9 get int9 any tr9uble
because 9f me. And... h9nestly, Eridan? Y9u're just a kid. I'm n9t g9ing t9 6e
resp9nsi6le f9r fucking up y9ur relati9nship with y9ur father."
Eridan frowned, staring at his rings. "I could talk some sense into him."
"N9 y9u can't. He'd just use y9ur naive nature to dismiss any argument y9u
w9uld 6ring f9rward. I appreciate y9ur kindness... but... 9f all the pe9ple,
y9u're the last 9ne wh9 wants t9 get 9n his 6ad side."
Eridan huffed, crossing his arms. "It's not right."
"Hah. Y9u have me there, y9ung Amp9ra, y9u have me there." Kankri stared at the
ground. "I need t9 g9 6ack t9 my r99m. Thank y9u, Eridan. And... I'm s9rry f9r
the display I made last night."
Purple rushed to Eridan's face at the mention, biting his lip. "I... uh. It's
fine?"
Kankri nodded, before departing to go get the disinfectant.
*"Shh.... shh, dad, it's okay..."
The man took shaky breaths, covering his face with his hands. "I am so...
angry,right now..."
Cronus nodded, hugging his father around the shoulders. "I know, I know..."
"Don't fucking pap me."
"Sorry."
"Cr9nus? I... g9t y9u the..." Kankri trailed off, pausing in the doorway.
Cronus gestured him over to the bed, and cautiously, he did so.
"Hell9... Mr... Amp9ra."
Dualscar's hands shook as his gaze shifted to the source of the noise.
(Say you're sorry!)Cronus mouthed, patting his father gently on the shoulder.
"Sir... I'm... s9rry?"
"I want to choke you right now."
"Please... d9n't." Kankri murmured. Cautiously, he sat down next to the
seething man. "I'm really, really s9rry."
"You wanna make it up to me?" The man grabbed Kankri by the hair, pulling him
in.
Kankri gasped, tensing. He shook his head, feeling a warmth beginning to rise
in his stomach.
"Aww, come on. Don't give me that... just yesterday, you were fucking begging
for my cum. Don't you remember?"
The tension in Kankri's shoulders seemed to melt away as a shiver passed
through him.
"Dad! No."
"Dad, yes."
Kankri's eyes went dull. "Ahhh...?"
"See? He agrees with me." Dualscar smirked, gripping Kankri harder by the head.
Cronus scowled. "Kankri? Do-you-vwant-this."
"Uh... uhuh..."
“You knowv vwhat? No. C’mon, vwe’re leawving.”
Kankri didn’t move, shaking his head.
“Kanny?”
“I want it, Cr9nus, I want it really... really bad.”
Dualscar sneered, his arms snaking around Kankri’s waist. “Well, you heard him,
love.”
Cronus glanced at his father and bit his lip, remembering how tortured Kankri
seemed the last time they had denied him. "Dad?"
The man grinned, pushing the boy onto the bed.
Kankri purred, his nook clenching into itself.
Dualscar kissed a trail up Kankri's neck, gripping him tightly. "You're so
warm... you're so warm, and you're all mine~"
"Aaah!"
"Dad, be nice, okay?"
Dualscar threw his son a glare, sneering. "What do you say, Kanny, want me to
play nice?”
"I d9n't fucking... care... " Kankri gasped as Dualscar nipped his ear.
"D9n't... st9p..."
"Dad." Cronus warned, fists clenching.
The man sighed. "FIIIIINE. But only because I love you~"
The greaser rolled his eyes. "Lowve you too..."
Dualscar smirked, returning his attention to Kankri. He rested his lips on
Kankri's neck, and allowed a steady exhale, sending a cold shiver up Kankri's
spine. "I... fuckin' hate you..." Dualscar slurred,
Kankri moaned, his bulge twisting in his skinny jeans.
"I hate,you, Kankri Vantas. I hate you... with every bone in my body..."
The mutant shivered, heart aching in what seemed to be reciprocation.
Cronus frowned, but stayed silent. He... wasn't sure what to think of that.
"Then fuck me already."
Cronus gave a dry laugh. "Yeah, I'm not going to wvatch this." He slowly
finger-gunned out of the room. If Kankri and his father were going spades...
well, he wanted nothing to do with it.
Kankri watched him leave, taking a shallow breath as he was left alone with the
drunk.
**Dualscar seemed to be glaring into Kankri's soul, pinning him to the bed. He
dragged his hands down to Kankri’s waist and began to peel off his pants. "I
want to make you... scream."
The mutant gave a lazy smirk. "Then d9... y9ur... w9rst."
At that, the man forced apart Kankri's legs, and sank his fingers into his
nook.
Kankri gasped, his back arching. "That the 6est y9u've g9t?"
Dualscar gave a rough chuckle. "If I didn't know better, little mutant, I'd
think you were trying to antagonize me."
The boy gave a sly shrug. "Wh9 kn9ws? I might 6e."
The seadweller sneered. "Aww, come now... you don't have to do any work to make
me hate you... Just be yourself."
Kankri took a deep breath as Dualscar twisted his fingers, hands going to his
head as if to ground himself. “Yeah, keep at that...”
"Haha, I'm glad my little slut is enjoying himself~" The man landed a sharp
smack on Kankri’s thigh.
"Aaaaaaaah~"
Dualscar grinned, his hands moving under Kankri’s sweater. Slowly, he stripped
it off the boy. The seadweller stared down at the fabric, before folding it and
pushing Kankri to the side.
“... What are y9u d9ing?”
Dualscar took the cloth to the closet, before stuffing it onto the top shelf,
where the mutant would surely not be able to reach it. “I told you, didn’t I?
You’ll sleep naked on the floor like the dog you are.”
Kankri squirmed at the thought, his breath hitching. “6ut… hmmMmm!”
Dualscar returned to the bed, pushing Kankri down. He brushed his fingers along
the mutant’s cheeks, admiring the flush that graced them. “So fucking pretty.”
“Thank y9u... daddy.”
Dualscar grinned, burying his face into the crook of Kankri’s neck. “It’s
really damn hard to stay mad at you, you know that?”
Kankri shivered, his hands slowly tracing up to Dualscar’s fins. “What if I
want y9u mad at me?”
Dualscar’s smile faded. “Then you’re underestimating me.”
Kankri paused, glancing up at him.
The man grinned once again, his hand going to Kankri’s bulge. “Aww, don’t be
scared. I wouldn't want to hurt my little slut~”
The boy’s eyes widened as he felt the fingers fasten around him, a quiet moan
escaping him.
"You're such a good boy, Kankri."
The redblood purred in response, rolling his hips into Dualscar's palm.
The man smiled serenely, fingers drifting to Kankri's nook. "So... fucking
beautiful."
The mutant said nothing, only snuggling into Dualscar's chest.
The seadweller smiled, rolling over on the bed, Kankri now resting on his
torso. He swallowed, rubbing Kankri's cheek with his thumb. "Turn around."
The mutant hesitated, but did as requested, now face to facing the seadweller’s
bulge. His eyes widened as he felt a tongue drag across his nook. Kankri gasped
for air, legs twitching at the sensation. "Ahhh!"
The man smirked, tracing his hands to rest on the boy's quivering thighs.
Kankri bit his lip, eyes focusing on the bulge twisting in front of him. He
held it, still trembling from the tongue at his folds. Slowly, he began to pump
it, and was able to bring the tip into his lips.
As Dualscar was quite a bit taller than the mutant, he wouldn't be able to get
a whole lot in his mouth. However he worked enthusiastically with his hands.
"Mhhhh! Good boy, Kankri!" Dualscar managed, hips beginning to buck subtly.
Kankri hummed, rolling his tongue around the tip as he worked.
"FUCK! Kid~" Dualscar gasped, running his fingers along the folds of the boy's
nook. He covered his face with his hands, downright moaning into them. Slowly,
he returned his mouth to work.
Kankri began to grind his hips into Dualscar's mouth, licking at the bulge in
his hands with reckless abandon.
Dualscar held his breath, lips pursing against Kankri's nook as he felt his
bulge begin to contract. He dragged his tongue up and down the slit, the scent
and taste seeming to consume him. “K-kid… Ahhhh, FUCK!”
Kankri scrunched his eyes shut as he felt the liquid hit him, the bulge in his
hands pulsing hypnotically. He began to lick the fluid from his cheeks.
Dualscar sighed, leaning back to rest, before returning to Kankri's nook.
Kankri keened, gripping Dualscar’s hips with his claws. "Yes, yes! MmmHhhm,
thank y9u, daddy~"
The man smiled, sucking up a bead of red fluid rolling down Kankri’s nook.
"Thank me when I've made you cum. Here, just... sit on my mouth."
Kankri backed up slowly, and did as requested. "Y9u... d9n't need t9 d9 that
f9r me."
Dualscar said nothing, pulling the mutant onto his lips.
Kankri trembled, bracing his weight on Dualscar's chest. "Ahhhhh~ I l9ve it,
g9d, I l9ve it, daddy."
The man gave a thumbs up, not pausing for a moment.
Slowly, Kankri's hips began to rock against Dualscar's tongue. His eyes drifted
to the ground, a weight seeming to form on his chest as he slowly recognized
his position. A sense of confusioin began to build in his gut, the mouth at his
nook becoming all too vivid.
But he didn't move.
Oh, no he stayed put.
Why? Because, despite the confusion and surreal nature of the situation, this
was his reward. He earned this, and he wasn't turning around now.
He bit his lip, wrapping his legs around Dualscar's head as if to retain some
control.
At this, the seadweller paused. After a moment, he seemed to think nothing of
it, and continued.
Kankri grit his teeth, burying his face in his arms as he felt orgasm rapidly
approaching.
Dualscar seemed to take notice, and chose to slow down, in favor of making this
nice and sweet for his little mutant.
The redblood gasped, legs clenching as he finished, red spurting onto
Dualscar's lips and dribbling down his cheeks.
The man continued regardless, helping the mutant through the orgasm.
"Ahhhh, fuuuuck~" Kankri whined, twitching at the touch.
The seadweller pet him affectionately, sucking gently against the sensitive
folds.
“AAAAHhhhhaaa~” The mutant's back arched, another short spurt of liquid
bursting from his nook and bulge. He tensed his muscles, eyes wide, before
going limp.
Dualscar smiled, running his hands along Kankri's sides, before gently pushing
the boy off.
Kankri rolled over onto the bed, panting quietly.
The man cracked a smile and snuggled into Kankri's hair. "I love you~"
The boy said nothing.
Dualscar sighed and rolled off the bed, clambering over to the closet and
reaching up to grab the sweater. He swallowed, slowly pacing back to the bed.
The boy stared up at it, frowning as it was handed to him. "What happened t9
sleeping naked 9n the fl99r?"
Dualscar hesitated, shaking his head, his heart seeming to twist. "... I..." he
sat down, resting his head on Kankri’s shoulder. “I forgive you.”
Kankri clutched the wool, taking a shaky breath. He turned to snuggle his face
into Dualscar’s hair. "I... f9rgive... y9u t99."
 
Cronus rubbed his eyes, resting his head on the table as Elfrid put a plate in
front of him.
“You must be hungry.”
The greaser nodded, digging his spoon into the oatmeal. “Thanks.”
The butler nodded. “You are very welcome, sir,” he replied, before making his
way up the stairs.
The seadweller stayed silent, stirring his food.
~bzzzz~
He glanced up at the noise, frowning.
~bzzzz~
Slowly, Cronus stood, pacing around the table to the source of the sound.
~bzzzz~
He crouched down, eyes fixing on what appeared to be his father’s phone. It
must have fallen out of his back pocket he was laying on the floor.
~bzzzz~
He picked it up, pressing on the home-button to light up the screen.
It was from Meenah.
He bit his lip, glancing back up the stairs, and entered his father’s password.
 
CC: hey, listen, amshora. I hear you’re outta the job. So, i was thinkin’. If
you can manage to get back in bed with the Vantas, maybe ask him if you can
record it. I am asking strictly for political reason.
CC: so.
CC: what do ya say?
CC: wanna get frisky on camera?
 
Cronus’s toes curled. Meenah… wanted that? She would want to see him in a sex
tape? His fins fluttered at the thought.
 
CA: deal.
CC: lovely.
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Kankri's eyes fluttered open at the sensation of something rubbing against his
horn. He moved, frowning, to find whatever the source was, but discovered he
was inhibited by a pair of arms wrapped around him snugly. Cautiously, he
turned his head to see Dualscar, seemingly passed out. Kankri tisked, shifting
his head ever so slightly so that Dualscar's cheek was no longer rubbing
against the nub.
His head began to fill with the events of the past couple hours, and near
sighed in relief as he realized he was fully dressed. His nook fluttered at the
recent memory of Dualscar's lips against it, and an involuntary purr began to
rise in his throat.
At this, Dualscar seemed to snuggle closer into him, but did not wake up.
Kankri tried to stifle the noise, in fear of waking him, but it only made it
come out as a croaking mess. So, he let it continue. He silently debated
escape... but, somehow, the arms wrapped around him made him feel so safe... so
loved. Slowly, he drifted back to sleep.
 
 
*Karkat lay down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. His hair still damp from
the shower, he could feel moisture seeping into the pillow. His eyes drifted to
the T.V that lay across from the bed, but he slowly dismissed the idea. It
would probably be airing nothing but political bullshit or stuff for wrigglers.
And on the off chance he was able to find a romcom, odds are, he would have
seen it a million times.
So, he sat in silence, beginning to reflect on his day. His mind wandered to
Dualscar, and his toes curled. "I'm your good little slut..." He murmured to
himself, grinning. He glanced at the door and ran his tongue over his teeth.
He... had nothing better to do.
**Karkat pulled the blankets over himself and slipped his thumbs around the
waistband of his jeans, pushing down his pants and boxers. "Master..." He
purred, fingers beginning to stroke at the entrance to his sheathe. He eased
his bulge into the open.
The boy stifled a moan, running his fingers along the subtle ridges coating the
underside, reveling in the way he could apply pressure to the soft ribs of
cartilage. His mind wandered back to the day before, in desperate search for
something to think about while he touched himself. His bulge seemed to shudder
in his fingertips as he remembered Dualscar stuffing the organ inside his nook.
His hips bucked into the air at the recollection, and wishing to reenact it in
any way possible, he began to feed his bulge into his entrance, taking steady
moans as he did so. It hurt at first, having to strain his bulge in order to
find the flexibility. Like trying to touch something with the tip of your
tongue, that was just out of reach. It seemed to press too tightly to the top
of his nook, and threatened to slip out at any moment, there being little
leverage to help him. Determined, Karkat grit his teeth, stuffing his fingers
along side his pulsing member in desperate attempt to keep it in place.
It wasn’t as good as when Dualscar did it to him.
Though… he supposed little could be, Dualscar seeming to set his nerves on fire
wherever he laid his fingers. A desire began to set in him as he realized he
wouldn’t be able to replicate the touch. He needed him… he needed him to feel
like that.
He whimpered, rubbing his bulge roughly in his nook in desperate attempt to
pacify the longing beginning to rise in his gut.
Karkat covered his mouth with his hand, hissing into his palm. He imagined
Dualscar, leading him naked through the halls on a leash. And toys, yes, oh,
yes, he would be stuffed to the brim with toys~
He took a steady gasp, scrunching his eyes shut in an attempt to better picture
the scene he was setting for himself. Dualscar would play with him… he’d make
him cum again and again and again~ And when he was done… He’d make him lick
every bit of material from the floor.
Karkat bit his lip, his bulge beginning to writhe in his nook. That’s it.... He
thought to himself, rolling his hips against his fingers.
-creeeeaaaak-
He turned to face the door, his heart seeming to skip a beat in excitement.  
It was… Eridan.
Karkat looked down at himself, brow furrowing, and realized it would be obvious
to anyone with eyes what he was doing. He hissed, hanging his head.
Eridan held his breath, face flushing as he stood frozen in the doorway. “Hey…
Kar?” He whimpered, crossing his legs.
Karkat stared Eridan up and down, and as if through guilt by association, the
Ampora appeared very… very… attractive in this moment. His bulge twisted in his
nook and OH GOD THAT FELT FANTASTIC- “AaaaahhhhHhhh~, Fuuuuuck!!!!~”
Eridan’s knees nearly buckled at Karkat's keen, clinging to the doorframe. He
stared, mesmerized, as Karkat squirmed, hips bucking into nothing.
“Ffffuck~ god, more, please~” Karkat moaned, his free hand balling into a fist
as he gripped the sheets.
Eridan said nothing, staying very still. God, he wanted to rip that fucking
sheet off him…
Karkat met his eye, back arching in pleasure as his eyes went hazy. “Don’t
just… fucking stand there~” He managed, grinding his nook against the sheet
caught between his legs.
Eridan stared down at him, slowly walking over to the bed, a flush beginning to
rise to his cheeks. “Kar… I…”
Karkat stifled a moan as his nook pulsed around his bulge.
Eridan did his best to avoid eye contact, running his hands over his arms. “Do
you want me to leave, or somefin?”  
“Please… stay…” Karkat managed, shaking his head.
Eridan bit his lip, quivering. “I… do you… wwant me to do somefin?” he
murmured, taking a shaky breath as he felt his bulge beginning to take an
interest in the situation.
Karkat gasped, nodding, his chest shaking. “Yes… I really… fucking do…”
Eridan broke eye contact for a moment, in favor of staring at the ground.
“Okay?” He squeaked. "Wwhat do you wwant??"
“Do I really have to fucking spell it out for you?” Karkat spat, his muscles
going tense. He removed the sheet to reveal himself.
Eridan almost jumped, staring at the dripping red mess with fixation. His bulge
slithered out in a second.  
Karkat held his member in place, stroking it with his fingers. “I want you to
fucking abuse me… I want you to go crazy on me, fuck me, use me… make me
yours…”
Eridan trilled at the request, a hand going to his crotch.
“So? I’m waiting.”
Eridan had a moment of hesitation, before reaching to his fly and unzipping it
with shaky fingers.
Karkat watched, sweat beading his forehead, as he continued to touch himself.
His bulge seemed to throb in his hand, whether it be in anticipation or
frustration, he wasn’t one to tell.
Eridan held his cock and silently compared it to Karkat's. The violet's was
longer, it seemed, but Karkat's was thick... swollen. Dripping. His hips
squirmed at the sight.
"The fuck are you waiting for?" Karkat growled, a hungry ache beginning to
spread through his nook, eyes locked on Eridan's bulge.
Eridan shakily began to crawl over the mattress until he was poised over
Karkat. He paused, and then in a rush, he kissed him. It was quick, and
uncoordinated, but now it was out there.
Karkat's eyes widened in surprise, the touch going by so quick, he wasn't even
sure it had happened.
Eridan flushed, looking away in embarrassment. "Fuck, I'm sorry- god, I..."
Eridan trailed off as Karkat cupped his chin, meeting his eye.
Karkat slowly brought their mouths together, snaking his tongue along Eridan's
teeth.
Eridan shivered, frozen, and allowed Karkat to do as he pleased.
Karkat ran his tongue gently under Eridan's, encouraging the violet muscle to
slip out of his mouth. Karkat caught it in his lips, sucking on it as if it
were candy.
Eridan whimpered, his hands perching on Karkat's shoulders.
Karkat broke from Eridan's mouth, in favor of getting a good look at his
reaction.
Eridan's cheeks were painted violet, his lips shiny with saliva.
Fucking gorgeous.
Karkat pulled his sweater over his head, discarding it with little regard. He
raised an eyebrow at Eridan, who was still entirely clothed.
Eridan hesitated, swallowing. “I…” He felt a rush of insecurity begin to bubble
up in the back of his mind.
Karkat pulled him in, running his hands under the seadweller’s shirt. He
dragged it over his chest, before tossing it to the ground.
Eridan glanced down at himself, arms crossing over his chest.
Karkat pulled them away, examining the boy in excruciating detail.
His thumbs traced along Eridan’s soft belly, working their way up to where his
rib cage ever so slightly shown under his skin.
“K-kar…” Eridan protested, hands going to cover his stomach.
“Shut up, I want to see you.” He ran his hands along Eridan’s jeans, before
beginning to pull them down his hips.
Karkat stood, staring down at the seadweller. “Fucking beautiful…”
In an instant, Karkat's hand was on Eridan's bulge, pushing the violet back
onto the bed.
Eridan whined, shivering, laying flat on his back. "Is... fuck, wwhat should I
do?"
Karkat snickered. "You're the one in charge here, remember? Do whatever sick,
twisted desire pops into your head, and do it like you mean it. I want you
to... leave an impression."
The violet curled up, shaking his head slightly. "God, Kar, I don't knoww wwhy
you think I'm that kinky, but honest to god, I'm not! I... I'm not sure wwhat
you wwere expectin', really... but, you seem to have a better grasp on it than
I do. Wwhy don't you... you knoww, take it from here??"
Karkat pursed his lips, slowly weaving his fingers into Eridan's dark locks,
seating himself on the bed. "I... Hmm. It feels... off. I dunno, I just...
I..." Karkat scowled, trailing off. He pinched the bridge of his nose in a
rather dramatic fashion.
"Kar... Just tell me. You're naked in front of me for god’s sake, there is
nothing you could say to make this any wweirder."
Karkat sighed. "That's just it, I don't fucking believe it myself... but...
I... I think I... Hmm. I... fuck, you're fucking royalty, okay? I'm not going
to... you're better than me. Does that make any sense?"
"Umm.... not exactly?"
Karkat bit the inside of his cheek. "I'm starting to think... there might be
something to the spectrum? Even though I'm at the bottom of it- no, because,
I'm at the bottom of it. I don't know if it stems from some deep sense of self
loathing, which makes it feel consistently satisfying when other people also
express loathing and abuse towards me, or if it's just relaxing to feel like
someone else is in control, and any fuck ups are none of my business, and not
my problem. I know I'm fucking weak, and mutated, and probably shouldn't exist,
and I am so SICK of people trying to get me to just brush it off like it's
nothing, like I'm not any of those things. They're trying to get me to be happy
through ignorance, but I don't want that! So when someone totally fucking
dominates me, and reminds me of all the bullshit that this universe decided to
fuck me over with, it feels like they get it. Like they're not just some
pandering asshole who wants to pretend that everything about everything is
perfect, even though no, everything about everything is fucked! But it also
feels safer, because, damn, here's this person who's better than you in pretty
much every way, and likes very much to make this clear to you! And they
actually fucking care about you, and protect you and shit, even though they are
clearly superior! If anyone's going to salvage the mess you've made of your
life, it's them, right? Hahha, So, yeah. I want you to prove that you're better
than me, so that I can feel a little bit better about my sad fucking existence!
Does this make anysense to you?"
Eridan bit his lip. "I... I think so?"
Karkat sighed, shrugging. "So... do you think you could... you know."
Eridan shivered. "I... I could try???"
Karkat lay back, pinning his bulge to his stomach. "Then... go for it."
Eridan paused, before cautiously running his thumb along Karkat's bulge,
sighing.
"Fuck, Eridan..." Karkat muttered, holding Eridan's hand.
"Listen, just... gimme a bit." Eridan bit his lip, practicing applying pressure
to the soft ribs of cartilage. "Tell me wwhat you're feeling."
"Impatient," Karkat grumbled, his bulge twisting in anticipation.
Eridan glanced between Karkat's nook and his face, before sighing and slowly
bringing his hips to Karkat's. "So... do I just?"
"Jesus fucking Christ, just put it in."
"Okay, okay... fuck..." Eridan slipped his ringed fingers around Karkat's
waist, slowly leading his bulge to the nook. "Oh... ooohhhh, fuck..."
Karkat rolled his head back, hands going to his hair. "Yess.... yes, more..."
Eridan shuddered, Karkat's hips rolling up into him. "Fff-uck- okay-"   
“Put me in my fucking place… Fuck me, fuck me, useme…”
Eridan bit his lip, curling up against Karkat’s chest. He soaked up the heat
Karkat seemed to be radiating, lost in the surreal feeling of slick skin
against his. He rested his cheek on Karkat’s ribcage, shivering as the sound of
heartbeat filled his ears.  He ran his thumbs along Karkat’s grubscars, feeling
his heart flicker in pure, unadulterated affection.
Karkat moaned, his hands dragging around Eridan’s back to pull him in closer.
“I lovve you!” Eridan blurted at the touch, hands shakey in excitement.
“Then move faster.”
Eridan whimpered, nodding, and began to clumsily rise his hips up and down.
Karkat shuddered, sneaking a hand down to play with his bulge.
Eridan swallowed, lips parting at the sight. He began to roll his hips,
fascinated by the way Karkat bucked and moaned in reciprocation.
“Yes, fuck, keep doing that~” Karkat rasped, feeling his calves begin to go
numb from tensing.
Goosebumbs raced over Eridan’s arms at Karkat’s tone, time seeming to slow to a
crawl.
The subtle -pop-Karkat’s sopping nook made as it ground up and down on Eridan’s
cock rang in his ears.
Karkat stared into space, breath falling heavy as his hips rolled desperately.
Eridan’s eyes widened, pupils blown.
“MORE~”
I the sound of Karkat’s cry broke him from his trance. He exhaled through his
nose, not having realized he was holding his breath.
“PLEASE, master, more~” Karkat sobbed through grit teeth, high off the cool
tentacle twisting and curling in his nook.
Eridan pushed his glasses up his nose, before grabbing onto Karkat’s knees, and
slamming his hips back and forth at the most ambitious pace he could muster.
Karkat keened, back arching. “Yes, yes yess~”
Eridan remained silent, eyes stern and lightless. He parted his lips, a shaky
exhale escaping him.
Karkat whined, head rolling back as he met Eridan’s expression. “Master…”
“Your brother wwas callin’ me the same thing, you knoww.” Eridan muttered.
Karkat frowned, tilting his head to the side. “What? When did that happen?”
“Last night. He wwas actin’ just like you, as a matter o’ fact…” He trailed
off. “I guess noww’s a good enough time to ask. Wwhat wwere you doing in my
dad’s room last night?”
Karkat rolled his eyes. “If this is your attempt at dirty talk, your technique
really needs some fucking work.”
Eridan shook his head, biting the inside of his cheek. “This is my attempt at
getting some fuckin’ answwers.”
“Well, sorry, but I’m a little busy fucking you to give a play-by play. And I’m
pretty sure Terezi’s the only one who would find an interrogation sexy.”
Eridan scoffed, looking away.
“So let’s change the subject, shall we? Howabout we focus on… the way your
dripping cock is driving me fucking crazy… how I was hatched to be your
depraved little slut… begging for your bulge, your cum~”
Eridan’s eyes lidded, swallowing.
Karkat continued grinding his hips against Eridan, eyes flickering upwards. A
coy smile shifted onto his lips as he studied Eridan’s expression. “So… aren’t
you going to continue, master?”
Eridan shuddered, as Karkat pulled him in.
Karkat gave a shaky exhale, hot breath dancing over Eridan’s fins and making
them prickle. “Please? Just for me?”
And suddenly, Eridan was moving again.
Karkat whimpered, rolling his head back, eyes going glassy. “Ahhh!”
Eridan felt a thick hunger begin to rise in his chest. In an action void of
rational thought, he dragged his tongue up Karkat’s neck, feeling a growl start
to rise in his throat. His glasses slipped down his nose, and he discarded them
with little care. He was nearsighted anyway.
Karkat met his eye and melted. God, he looked like his father…
Eridan pushed Karkat’s chin up so that he could leave a trail of kisses along
his jawline.
“E-Eridan~” Karkat mewled, scrunching up as the boy found a ticklish spot on
his neck.
“Cute…” Eridan murmured, his voice seeming to have dropped an octave.
God, now he soundedlike him too…
Karkat felt his neck go slack, head bobbing uselessly against the pillow as
Eridan continued grinding. “Faster, god, fuck, faster~”
Eridan’s lip curled, glaring down at Karkat, his movement ceasing all together.
Karkat blinked up at him, wide eyed. For an instant he looked innocent.
Innocent and needy. “P-please?”
Eridan glanced upwards, sighing, and did his best to meet Karkat’s wishes,
tuning his pace to a steady beat.
Karkat moaned, his back arching, hand on his bulge speeding up. “I love you,
god, fuck, I love you~”
Eridan hesitated, blinking. “You do?”
Karkat nodded, not out of sincerity, but enthusiasm. “Ahhhh, please keep
going~”
Eridan shuffled some, his heart fluttering. Leave an impression. That’s what
Karkat wanted, right? “You’re so… beautiful…” He cooed, running his fingers
along Karkat’s cheek.
Karkat smiled, biting his lip. “I’m glad I can be pretty for you, master~”
Eridan’s expression faded, his mouth parting. “You knoww… I’d… Kinda been
wwantin’ to say that to you for a wwhile.”
Karkat glanced away, hesitating. “You… had…?”
Eridan nodded, his grip on Karkat strengthening. “I wwas alwways so sure you’d
get angry… reject me. Hah, if only I had knowwn…”
“Known what?”
Eridan sat back on Karkat’s thighs. “That you wwere like this…That you… wwanted
me. And… wwell, I wwant you too.”
Karkat’s stomach lurched. “I… you... in a quadrant?”
Eridan swallowed, glancing at his lap, before nodding. “I mean, wve’vve already
gone this far…”
Karkat swallowed the lump in his throat. He felt his nook growing antsy. “Okay…
red. Right?”
Eridan sighed, nodding, and slumped back onto Karkat’s chest. “Yes… mhm, god,
yes, please~”
Karkat wrapped his arms around Eridan’s torso. He glanced at the sky, giving a
silent apology to Gamzee. He couldn’t just… reject Eridan… Not after this. He
shuddered, teeth gritting. “Red it is then.
 
Cronus read over the messages between him and Meenah, grinning in excitement.
He glanced towards the stairs, wondering how he should break the news to his
father. Ugh. This was great. A little part of him had always fantasized about
becoming a porn star... but... he was kinda afraid what would happen if no-one
liked him. The idea of millions of people rejecting him was enough to steer him
away from that career path... but now that Meenah, of all people, was
interested... There's no way he could turn away. He was in this bitch for the
long haul.
He would just have to wait until his father woke up.
 
Karkat moaned, his entire body going stiff from sensation. Red began to leak
from his nook, and shoot from his bulge onto his stomach. “Eridan, Eridan,
AhhhhhH~” He cried, his muscles loosening only to stiffen in half a moment.
Eridan stared, wide eyed, as Karkat trembled, little mewls and keens escaping
him. After what seemed like minutes, the mutant collapsed to the bed,
breathless.
“Fuck.”
Eridan swallowed, frozen. 
Karkat gave a sly smile, his hands going to Eridan’s hips. “Don’t let me stop
you… Keep going. Fuck me until you cum, alright, baby?”
Eridan trembled, nodding. He closed his eyes, before holding his breath and
moving in and out of Karkat with short, quick thrusts.
Karkat stiffened, breath hitching. A warble escaped his lips.
Eridan grit his teeth, tensing every muscle in his body. He cracked his eyes
open, staring down at Karkat’s stomach, splattered with his own material.
“Fill me, master! Fill me, please~”Karkat begged, his hips grinding up against
Eridan’s.
Just a… little more…
Karkat’s head reeled for what else he could say. “I love you!”
Eridan gasped, his fingers gripping Karkat’s torso hard enough to bruise. He
moaned, hands turning shakey. “Karkat~”
Karkat gasped, hips bucking in reciprocation. “Fuck!”
With a gasp, Eridan came, cool fluid filling the mutant under him. He went
limp, allowing trails of purple to escape down Karkat’s nook.
Karkat held him, planting a kiss on his cheek.
“I lovve you…”Eridan mumbled, suddenly feeling very tired.
Karkat nodded, nestling his face into Eridan’s chest. “I love you too.”
 
Dualscar released a broken groan, turning over in his bed. God, his fucking
head hurt. His eyes drifted to Kankri, lying asleep next to him. His grimace
faded, lips parting. He crawled over to him before nuzzling his head into
Kankri’s neck. He planted a chaste kiss on his cheek. He sighed, rolling his
shoulders, before somehow finding it in him to rise into a seated position,
eyes surveying the room. Slowly, he lumbered out of the covers, running his
fingers through his hair… fuck, he needed to shower. Later. Coffee first. He
made his way down to the dining room, eyes drifting to Cronus, who was
currently playing on a phone… wait, fuck, was that his phone? “What the bloody
fuck do you think you’re doing…” Dualscar gurgled, clinging to the railing of
the stairs as if holding on for dear life.
Cronus jumped, tossing the phone onto the table as if it were a hot rock. “Um,
oh, nothing!”
“I’m not fuckin’ blind ya know, what were you doin’ on my phone…”
Cronus cringed, bringing his hands to drag down his cheeks. “Look, pops, I’m
sorry, I just… there wvas a notification, and it wvas from Meenah, and wvell,
you knowv howv it is wvith her…”
Dualscar’s lips drew shut to a line, clearly not impressed. “What did she
want?”
“Oh… ahah, uhm. She wvanted to knowv if… wvell, if next time wve banged Kanny
or Kar, if wve could… wvell, record it.”
Dualscar looked around the room, his shoulders slumping. “And what did you
say?”
“Um, I said yes, duh!”
“You didn’t…” He pinched the bridge of his nose, groaning. “Did it somehow
escape you that you have a 7 sweep old little brother?”
Cronus snickered, glancing back and forth nervously. “Umm… so?”
“I am going to call it right now… if we post that video, people will fuckin’
flock to it. A mutant, the son of the signless, gettin’ put in his place by
seadwellers? It’d make national fuckin’ news… and you want your little brother
to grow up knowin’ that his hero and his big brother were just... perverted
fuckin’ bastards?”
“His hero?”
“Yeah, me, who were you thinkin’ of?”
Cronus snickered. “You’re his hero?”
“Yeah, remember that cute lil essay he did about me in third grade?”
“Dad. No.”
“Dad yes. Now text her back and tell her the deal is off.”
“… She’s not gonna like that.”
“Yeah, well you used my account, right? I don’t give a damn what she thinks of
me.”
“But, but dad! I dunno, I really wvant to do this! Think about it?” He bit his
lip. “Kar’s Eridan’s age, and he’ll probably be init, right? So wvhy can’t
Eridan even knowv about it?”
Dualscar stared at the ceiling, groaning. “Because he’s my baby boy, Cronus!”
“Didn’t stop you before.”
Every muscle in Dualscar’s body froze. He could swear he felt bile beginning to
tickle the back of his throat.
Cronus bit his lip. "I mean, yeah, sure he's younger, but... is there really
that big a difference betwveen me and him?"
"Cronus..." Dualscar hissed. "He's innocent, okay? You... God, you were a
sexual mess from the moment you hit puberty. You think I didn't see your
internet history?"
Cronus raised an eyebrow, lips pursing. "He's not that innocent. Karkat said
he'd hit on him... no, evweryone constantly."
Dualscar rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, he wants his quadrants full, big whoop.
He's not after sex like you were, though, that's what I'm gettin’ at here."
"Hovw can you be sure?"
"Because he's my son,Cronus! God, I haven't even mustered up the courage to
have 'the talk' with him yet, It'd be too much."
Cronus groaned, shaking his head. "I think he's just better at hidin' it than I
vwas. I don't think he's got innocence for shit." He sighed. "Until I'm
convinced otherwvise, I think it runs in the family."
Dualscar scowled, shaking his head. "I never knew that was something I never
wanted to hear you to say."
Cronus sighed, looking down at the phone. "Don't burn this bridge, okay? Like,
maybe givwe it a wvhile, but I knowv I can convwince you. This is like... a
dream come true, just you wvait!"
Dualscar ran his tongue over his teeth, shaking his head. "Give it to me."
Cronus hesitated, head swimming for an alternative.
"Cronus."
He pouted, resting his cheek on his palm, and slid it across the table.
Dualscar picked it up, fumbling with the key-pad as he entered his password.
CA:>> Hey, Peixes. I need to talk to you.
CC: this can't be good.
CA:>> Yeah. Sorry, princess, but I've got to go back on that deal my son struck
with you.
CC: hmm. thought it mightve been cronus. there were very little questions for a
reasonable adult.
CA:>> Well, you thought correct.
CC: it was almost sad, really. like, not even a 'what kinda porn are we talking
here' or a 'how much time do i have before you want me to get it done?'
CA:>> Right. So yeah, it's not happening.
CC: i don't think you undersand. this could fucking end the revolution, don't
you want to be part of that?
CA:>> Not if it means throwing my reputation to that of a perverted...
disgusting, desperate man.
CC: ppffft, what? prawn stars are generally considered desirable, you know.
CA:>> And you think I'd make the cut? Hate to break it to you, but I'm a little
past my prime.
CC: okay, shore, you're not exactly in your orphaner days. but you're not doin'
half bad.
CA:>> Hmm.
CC: yeah, thats what i thought. so what's the real problem here.
CA:>> ... It's... Eridan. Listen, I don't want to expose him to any of... this.
CC: whale, then don't tell him. get a warehouse or something.
CA:>> You said it yourself, this could end the revolution. If you think that's
not going to go viral, then you are sorely mistaken. If he doesn't find it
himself, one of his friends will send it to him.
CC: okay, and why is that a problem.
CA:>> Would you want to see porn with your mother in it?
CC: are you implying that i havent?
CA:>> ... ANYWAY...
CC: ANYBAY.
CA:>> Okay, but like... how would you feel if say, Feferi, were to see that.
CC: eh, she probably has, if i'm honest.
CA: And how does that make you feel?
CC: it makes me eel... fine. i dunno, this stuff is reel, right? i cant
construct a false reality for her, even if i reelly wanted to. shelltering
eridan isnt going to kelp him. its just going to make it a slap in the face
when he reelizes that the world isnt as wholesome as you convinced him it was.
CA:>> He's not ready. It would fucking traumatize him.
CC: i think you're underestimating him.
CA:>> And I think that you don't know jack shit about my son.
CC: let's just say Feferi has stories.
CA:>> ... What kind of stories?
CC: haha, you don't know? wooow. i guess she's not enough of a blubber mouth to
spread it around then. he went after her.
CA:>> And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?
CC: he backed her up against a wall and kissed her. wouldn't stop, neither.
Dualscar stiffened, eyes drifting up the stairway to Eridan's room.
CA:>> Is that all?
CC: yeah. thank cod.
CA:>> Agreed. I'm so sorry, he won't do it again.
CC: eh, it's fine. she wasn't traumatized or nofin. just grossed out.
CA:>> I swear he had the best intentions.
CC: maybe. but do you get my point?
CA:>> Not exactly.
CC: he's obviously feeling desire and shit.
CA:>> That could have been a romantic gesture.
CC: a romantic gesture woulda been gettin her flowers, or chocolate, or some
shit. if he wanted to impress her, that's what he woulda done.
CA:>> And he has.
CC: perhaps. but she was squirmin. he wasn't doing it for her.
CA:>> ... I'm so fucking sorry.
CC: i get that, anybay, you're his dad, you gotta have noticed other things
like that.
CA:>> I haven't.
CC: whale, then you havent been baying attention.
CA:>> You don't know shit.
CC: and you're deluding yourshellf.
CA:>> Well, that makes two of us, if you think you're going to be able to
convince me to sell out my son's innocence.
CC: maybe not me, but my mom will.
CA:>> What.
CC: oh, you didn't know? she's in on this too. it was her idea.
CA: >>... Holy shit.
CC: yeah. the empress is counting on you, amshora. you wouldn't want to
disappoint her, would you?
CA:>> I'm too fuckin' hungover for this.
CC: i'll make the decision simple. 100,000,000 imperial units. that. is your
fucking funding.
CA:>> ...
CC: not to mention, i'm sure my mother would be willing to offer you a
veeeerrrrryyyyy generous retirement.
CA:>> God damn it.
CC: aaaaaaaaannnnd, we'll get eridan a therapist. if it helps you sleep at
night.
CA:>> GOD DAMN IT.
CC: we'll also be sure to get him into any college you have your eye on. trust
me, a letter of recommendation from the empress is quite helpful.
CA:>> FUCK.
CC: so?
CA:>> I... fuck, there's somethin’ else.
CC: what?
CA:>> ... I... I don't want to upset Kankri.
CC: it was him in the bucket, then?
CA:>> No, no, it was Karkat, but he's just a kid. I'm not puttin’ him in porn.
CC: wait, okay, so you pailed Karkat, and where does Kankri fall into this
picture?
CA:>> ... I... I'm not gonna describe the situation in detail, but he's in my
bed right now, and let's leave it at that.
CC: huh. alright. wasn't he celibate?
CA:>> Oh yeah huh... fuck...
CC: ?
CA:>> I just... I dunno, I feel kinda bad.
CC: wait, he consented though, right?
CA:>> Yeah, yeah, 'course... I mean... hmm.
CC: ... okay, sorry to pry, but you need to tell me what's going on.
CA:>> You heard of these pheromone supplements?
CC: no...?
CA:>> It's like... I dunno, this pill you take, 'n then it makes your
pheromones crazy fucking strong... and... like, if someone's lower than you on
the spectrum, their body reacts to what's going on with you.
CC: and suddenly it all makes sense.
CA:>> It's fucked up, I know, and I'm sorry, but I'm not... fuck, I'm not doing
this to hurt anyone. Which... is why I don't want to put Kankri in any films or
shit, because it’s a lot harder to erase something like that from your life
when the entire fucking planet has seen it.
CC: he's old enough to make that decision for himself. ask him about it.
CA:>> But that's the fucking thing, the only time I can be sure he's off the
pheromones is when he's screamin' his head off at me.
CC: whale, stop taking the pills.
CA:>> I want to, but then I have no safety net! If he wants to leave, or fuck
up my son, or do god knows what else, I won't be able to stop him.
CC: you're his landlord tho. he has to listen to you, or at least give you the
time of day.
CA:>> I'm more than a landlord to him, aight?
CC: whatever. Listen, i was never asking you to make a 100% commitment on this
thing, i understand if the roof falls through. so... just try to convince him,
and we'll work our way up from there.
CA:>> I... fuck. Okay.
CC: it's been a pleasure doing business with you.
Cronus stared across the table, his father placing his fingers on his temples
and releasing a gutteral groan. Cronus pursed his lips. "Wvhat does that sound
mean?"
"FUCK."
"...?"
"SHOOT ME."
".....?????"
Dualscar went limp, slamming his face onto the table.
His son just stared at him.
Dualscar sighed, groaning as he managed to collect himself. He shrugged,
hanging his head. "She convinced me."
"FUCK YES!!!"
Dualscar paused, staring at his fingers. "I gotta make a phone call."
"To who?"
"The Empress. I need to make sure I didn't just get duped."
"You think she'll answver?"
"If what her daughter was claiming is true, then yes."
Dualscar clumsily scrolled down his contacts, his lips drawing pursed as a deep
ache began to set in his forehead. He hated everything.
The phone hummed with the noise of the dial tone, his palms going sweaty. If
Meenah was full of shit, he was going to look so... fucking... dumb.
-click-
"A)()(, w)(ale, w)(ale, w)(ale. If it isn't my favorite prawn star."
"... Oh my fucking god."
"W)(at did you need?"
". . . Just. Making sure. This wasn't a prank."
"Yea)(, no. You sound nervous."
"I am."
"Clearly. Guess it's easier to )(ide over text, )(u)(."
"Yes. It. Yeah."
"Fuckin' dork. Anyway, I was readin' over )(er s)(oulder, and I agree wit)( the
negotiating terms. So, now we gotta figure out )(ow to get t)(em to do it."
"... Them?"
"Listen, I know you don't want t)(e younger one in it, and I can understand
that. But believe me when I say it will )(it )(ome )(arder wit)( our audience
if we )(ave bot)(."
"I... come on, he just turned seven."
"Says t)(e guy who fucked )(im on your desk."
"..."
"Sorry, but you're not exactly in the position to be taking t)( moral )
(ighground. Anyway, so... you're gonna want to at least butter 'em up first."
"... Fuck, um, okay. What do you suggest?"
"I dunno, give 'em presents or some s)(it. Ask 'em w)(at t)(ey want. You gotta
add some sugar, if you want to be their daddy."
"Oh my fucking god."
")(ey, I speak t)(e trut)(."
"Yeah, okay. Fine. I'll ask them."
"Good. Now, if you don't mind, I'm a little busy. Consider Meena)( your manager
from t)(is point on, alright?"
"... Yeah. 'Course."
"Good. Now get to work."
-click-
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry for being gone for so long, I've been working on this and the
     next few chapters for a while. So, I already have like, around 3
     chapters that just need light editing, and I will update again!
     Also, here's like, 90% of my inspiration for Dualscar's character.
     http://i2.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/735/785/53b.gif
     http://68.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mb8r6z0sNp1qlog4u.png
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
-Knock-Knock-Knock-
Eridan hissed, managing to turn himself towards the door at the incessant
noise. "Just a minute!" He yelled, his fins fluttering in embarrassment at the
thought of someone seeing him in his current state. He rolled out of the
covers, before swooping down and collecting his pants from the floor.
Karkat sat up groggily, sighing. "Yeah, be right there." He muttered, somewhat
bitter that he lost the cool body next to him. He found his jeans at the foot
of the bed and wiggled into them with little struggle.
"Mr. Ampora wishes for Karkat to meet him in the lobby," Elfrid informed the
two from the hall, Karkat pulling his sweater over his head.
"Food? Please, Christ, please say it's food," Eridan begged, his stomach
feeling like it had begun to eat itself.
The butler paused. "He wasn't horribly specific, I'm afraid."
Karkat shivered, silently thinking he might know what this was about. He rolled
his shoulders, before throwing open the door, breath hitching in anticipation.
He nodded at Elfrid, before running down the stairs, Eridan in close pursuit.
He slowed at the bottom of the steps, eyes drifting to Dualscar, seated at the
head of the table. His gaze shifted to Conus, sat next to his father, before
fixing back on Dualscar attentively. "Good morning, sir." He managed, toes
curling as his eyes met Dualscar’s.
Dualscar nodded, rubbing the dark bags under his eyes. "Morning." He took a
long sip of his whiskey spiked coffee. "Have a seat," he ordered, his mug
hitting the table with a careless -clang-
Karkat and Eridan did as asked, sitting next to each other.
Slowly, Eridan's hand crept onto Karkat’s, holding it tightly.
Karkat smiled, resting his head on Eridan's shoulder.
Dualscar looked between the two of them, smiling softly. That was sweet. Dawww,
Eridan was blushing. He couldn't help but grin.
Eridan met his father’s gaze, before rolling his eyes to stare at the ceiling.
Dualscar chuckled into his mug, taking another savory sip of his bourbon
coffee. He glanced between the two again, the blood draining from his face. Oh
no. Oooooh… He was supposed to fuck that on camera...
Eridan planted a little kiss on Karkat's head.
FUCK.
Dualscar dragged his hand down his face, lip curling into a snarl.
"... Dad?"
"Fuck-"
"..."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m sorry..."
"Are you drunk?"
Dualscar sighed. "It’s that obvious, huh?"
"... You're gonna fuckin' die."
"You underestimate the endurance of a sailor."
"So… it’s true that Orphaners drink a lot?"
"Damn straight. Not... you though... you're not gonna drink anyfin when you get
on that boat, you hear me?"
Eridan sighed. "Yeah, dad."
Dualscar's gaze shifted to the stairwell as Elfrid descended, Kankri close
behind. "Great, now that everyone's here, let's get started." He smiled.
“Alright boys, I think you two deserve a reward. Anything you want, I’ll get it
for you.”
The two mutants met each other's gaze as Kankri took his seat. Their eyebrows
seemed to raise in unison.
“… What’s that look?”
“What d9 y9u mean 6y… anything?”
Dualscar shrugged. “Money isn’t a factor, so get whatever the hell you want in
that regard… just… you still gotta stay here with me, alright?”
The two remained silent, seeming to slip into thought.
“Haha, and this isn’t like… a one time thing. No need to stress.”
Kankri bit his lip, seemingly come to a decision. “Can… can I g9 6ack t9
sch99l?”
Dualscar paused. If… if Kankri went back, he would no doubt end up telling his
friends... And as he learned with Karkat and his subjuggulator buddy, that was
a recipe for trouble. “We can… get you something online, if you want.” He
paused, his heart aching at the look of sheer disappointment Kankri gave him.
"Or... a private tutor... the best homeschooling money can buy!" He glanced at
the table, hissing through his teeth. "Look, god, fuck. I'm sorry. I… fuck."
"I... it's 9kay." Kankri said, trying to remain optimistic. "Thanks."
Dualscar swallowed, glancing over at his son.
“We can… get that for you too…”
Eridan’s ears pricked up, frowning. “Wwhat? Wwait, wwhy?”
Dualscar looked away. “We’re... pulling you out of the academy.”
“Dad, no! That’s… no!”
Dualscar took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes. A steady hiss escaped him. “I
didn’t want to tell you like this… fuck, Eridan, I’m sorry.”
He shook his head, staring at the table. “Wwhy?”
“Because the Makaras. They’re… fuck, Eridan, they’d kill you.”
“Wwhat? Bullshit, Gam wwouldn’t hurt me!”
Karkat swallowed. “Um. He… might.”
Eridan glanced over at Karkat, shaking his head. “Wwhat is going on?”
Dualscar gave a slow sigh. “We can… talk about it later, okay? Kankri, is there
anything else?”
Kankri swallowed, nodding. “9kay… um… d9 y9u think y9u c9uld get me my c9mputer
fr9m the apartment? It has… it’s imp9rtant t9 me.”
Dualscar nodded, sighing yet again. “Will do. And what about you, Karkat?”
He seemed to squirm, clearly avoiding eye contact.
“Karkat?”
“I… uh…” He looked at his lap, a shiver running up his spine. “Sir… could I
get…”
“Yes?”
“May I please have… a leash, sir?”
The room went very quiet.
Kankri turned to his brother, bewildered. “Y9u want… a leash?”
Karkat nodded, grinding his nook against the seat of the chair.
“Are y9u… are y9u fucking seri9us?”
Karkat glanced at Kankri, biting his lip. “I… yes, I want it real bad…”
Cronus snickered, raising his eyebrows at his father.
Eridan’s jaw dropped. “K-Kar??”
Dualscar’s eyes widened, shaking his head at Karkat and gesturing that he stop.
“Eridan, go to your room.”
Eridan ignored his father’s statement in favor of staring Karkat up and down in
close assessment.
“Karkat... are y9u actively trying t9 degrade y9urself?” Kankri interjected.
“Mhmm!” Karkat murmured, breath hitched. “I’m master Ampora’s little toy~”
"AH, FUCK!" Dualscar covered his face, managing to twist his chair away from
the table. “Eridan, GO TO YOUR ROOM!”
Eridan stared at him, his hand retreating from Karkat's. “Kar?”
“I’m yours too, you know~” Karkat chirped, snatching Eridan's fingers in his
own once again.
Dualscar turned, his embarrassment shifting to a dull anger. “This has nothing
to do with him.”
Karkat met his eye, grip going slack.
“Eridan, go to your room.”
The young seadweller swallowed. “I… yeah… okay.” He stood, pulling from
Karkat's grip before burying his hands into the pockets of his jeans and
retreating from the table.
Karkat bit his lip, staring after him. He... he wanted to stop him, but… he
felt he couldn’t. He let him escape up the stairs.
As soon as his brother was out of earshot, Cronus whistled. "A leash, huh?
Wvowv, I am looking forwvard to this, babe..." He grinned.
Karkat smiled, playfully sticking out his tongue.
Kankri grit his teeth. "Please, Cr9nus, and I can't 6elive I even have t9 say
this, 6ut d9 N9Tcall my 6r9ther '6A6E!!' P-LEASE!" Kankri's expression faltered
as Dualscar met his eye.
"Don't be gettin' bossy, alright?" He muttered, finding Kankri's tone more than
a little on the obnoxious side.
Kankri stared at the table, his resolve melting. "Yes, sir."
"Atta boy," Dualscar grinned, reaching over the table to ruffle Kankri's hair.
"Cronus, you probably want to grab some stuff from the apartment. Would you
mind running the errands?"
"Not at all." He smiled. "And the pet store is on the vway, so I'm sure I'll be
able to find something easy enough."
Karkat's crotch tightened.
Kankri covered his face with his hands yet again, shaking his head.
Cronus snickered, standing. “Vwell, I guess I'm off!"
"Good fuckin' luck," Dualscar managed, giving a lazy salute as Cronus walked
out the door.
Karkat looked up the stairs, swallowing. "I'm... gonna go find Eridan."
Dualscar swallowed. "Okay. But... fuck, just, don't drag him into this, okay?
Please... don't try to talk to him about the shit we've been doing. Can you do
that for me?"
Karkat paused, nodding. "Yes sir. I understand."
"Good. Go get 'em."
And with that, Karkat departed up the stairs.
 
CA: Sol.
TA: Yeah?
CA: I don't knoww. If I can explain. Wwhat just fuckin' happened.
TA: ... Well you can at lea2t fuckiing try, spiill iit.
CA: Kar just asked for a leash, and I can't go to school anymore, and fuck,
shit is happening really fucking fast, and like, my dad says Gam wwants to kill
me?
TA: ... Okay, what? ii'm going two need a liittle biit of context here. Let'2
start wiith KK.
CA: Dad wwas like, offerin' him and Kan presents n shit, and wwhen it wwas
Kar's turn, he starts grindin' on the chair and begging for a leash!
TA: and ii iimediiately regret a2kiing for context.
CA: Also... wwe... fuck, god fucking, fuck, wwe also... pailed? this morning,
and noww wwe’re matesprites???
TA: FUCK. okay, 2omethiing ii2 2eriou2ly wrong here.
CA: I… I dunno, maybe he’s just kinky?
TA: Okay, 2top that traiin of thought before iit even leaves the fuckiing
2tatiion. Even iif KK was iinto lea2he2 all along, why now? And… con2iideriing
that 2hiit you told me about hii2 brother, ii’m on the edge of freakiing the
fuck out. You saiid Kankrii 2tarted goiing crazy at diinner, what was he
2ayiing?
CA: Um… somethin’ like, “I’m not your fuckin’ wwhore?”
TA: How long has thiis 2hiit been going on?
CA: I don’t knoww.
TA: Okay, lii2ten to me, the most iimportant per2on in thiis 2iituatiion ii2
Karkat, and riight now, ii am very fuckiing concerned for hiim. Your top
priioriity ii2 to get hiim the fuck out of there.
CA: gtg
TA: What? no, lii2ten, thii2 2hiit ii2 iimportant, damn iit.
Eridan put his phone on the bedside table, looking up at Karkat as he entered
the room sheepishly.
Flashing a tight smile, he gave a slight  "... Hi."
"Wwhat the fuck is going on?"
"I... you're gonna have to be a little more specific."
"Okay, let's start wwith this, wwhy the fuck do you wwant a leash?"
Karkat shivered, running his hands along the sleeves of his sweater. "I thought
we went over this? In the morning?"
Eridan picked at his nails, eyes resting on the floor. "I... I understand that
you're submissive and wwhatevver, but this... this is taking it wway too
fuckin' far."
Karkat scowled, shaking his head. "There's nothing wrong with it. It's not
hurting anybody."
Eridan's eyebrows raised. "Wwhat about you? Kar, you are asking... to actually
be treated like a fucking dog.I'm sorry, but that's... that's fucked up! I... I
don't knoww howw else to put it."
"I know it is." Karkat sighed, feeling his nook pulse. "That's why I want it.
Come the fuck on... you have to know what it feels like... to fantasize like
that... I want to be his pet, because I want to know what it feels like... to
be owned. To be cared for."
"Okay, you wwant to be his?I... you mean... my dad?"
Karkat froze. "Never mind."
Eridan rubbed his eyes. "I'm not... I'm not fucking stupid, you knoww."
Karkat grit his teeth, feeling a wave of shame hit him. He tried to remember
back to what Dualscar had said to comfort him... after his encounter with Mrs.
Pyrope. 'It's a win win situation, here. nothing to get upset over.'
"It's a win-win situation."
Eridan raised an eyebrow. "Wwhat?"
"Nothing to get upset about. I... I fucking lovethe way he makes me feel...
they... make me feel... and they love doing it to me. So why are you upset?"
Eridan shook his head. "Because it's fucking scary! You're actin' like you'd
throww your life awway for this..."
Karkat gave a dull smile, his eyes void of light. "This is my life."
Eridan went very quiet, frozen.
Karkat chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. "Hey... I can't help that it
makes me happy~" his smile wavered. "I could make you happy too."
Eridan's eyes went wide, his lips pursing. "I don’t like wwhere this is
going..."
"Aww, come on, Eridan... you've got to have some kinks. It's normal! If you
would just open up to me..."
"HAHA, NOPE!" Eridan announced, raising his hands next to his head.
"... What?" Karkat murmured, stepping closer. “You want us to be fucking
matesprites,right? is it really that much of a stretch to talk about what you
like?"
"It... sorry to say, but it feels really fucking… embarrassing? I dunno... I
just..." He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I... fuck, Kar..."
-bzz-
The two turned to the bedside table, Eridan's phone humming.
Eridan fumbled with it, before reading the caller ID. Sollux. Who else would it
be.
Karkat raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, Sol," Eridan picked up.
"Oh god damn it-"
"Okay, 2orry, but you offiiciially have me concerned. What were you doiing?"
"Um... nofin, really..." Eridan mumbled, glancing away from Karkat.
"Alriight, then don't leave me hangiing next tiime."
Karkat seated himself on Eridan's lap, and ran his hands up his cool sides,
slowly tracing them to his fins.
Eridan stiffened as Karkat pushed him back on the bed, a small whine escaping
him.
"... everythiing okay over there?"
"Yeah, yeah, 'course." Eridan managed, attempting to compose himself.
"Riight. 2o. Karkat."
Eridan hesitated, breath hitching as he felt Karkat's tongue drag along his
gills. He remained quiet.
"Eriidan?"
" Right, right, umm , mmhm~ Uhh.... Kar~"
"Okay, you 2eem really fuckiing diistracted riight now. What'2 goiing on?"
Before Eridan could muster a response, Karkat snaked his fingers around the
phone, hanging up.
"...K-kar..."
Karkat ran his tongue along Eridan's chin, before snagging his lips in his
teeth. "That was indescribably rude, you know." Karkat murmured.
"I could say the same to you." Eridan shivered, laying back.
Karkat stared down at him, studying his expression. "If I didn't know better,
I'd think you wanted me..."
Eridan whimpered, an arm going over his eyes.
Karkat chuckled, slipping his fingers under Eridan’s waistband.
-bzzzz-
Karkat groaned and picked the phone from the sheets before Eridan could
protest. “Hello? The fuck do you want?”
“Kk? What the fuck ii2 goiing on over there?”
Karkat scowled. “Fuck off, he’s busy.”
“What? No, let me 2peak two hiim.”
“Fuck you.”
“Kk, waiit! Waiit. Log back iinto Trolliian, ii need two talk two you.”
“About what?”
“About you!! What the fuck ii2 goiing on?”
Karkat hung up, tossing the phone to the side. “Let’s get back to work then,
shall we?”
Eridan shivered as Karkat began sucking on his neck, slowly pushing down his
pants and boxers. He felt a flush begin to rise to his face, his fins
fluttering uselessly.
Karkat sighed, managing to squirm out of his jeans. “You’re so… perfect…” He
murmured, his hips beginning to twist as he seated himself on Eridan’s lap.
Eridan whined as he felt Karkat slip onto his bulge, his breath going ragged
and uneven.
Karkat left a trail of kisses along his jawline, rolling his hips until he
found a steady pace.
Eridan jerked upwards, breath reduced to an animistic pant.
“C’mon… Don’t you want to use me, baby?” Karkat whispered, hands clinging to
Eridan like a lifeline.
-bzzzzzzzzz-
“Oh, for fuck’s sake-” He snagged the phone, his thumb hovering over the ignore
button. He hesitated. “Actually… why don’t you pick up?”
Eridan raised his eyebrows, almost choking at the request.
Karkat gave a mischievous smile, before picking up the phone himself. He placed
it next to Eridan’s ear.
“WHAT II2 GOIING ON??”
Eridan shuddered as Karkat continued grinding his hips down on his bulge. “I…
Um, wwhat do you… mean?” Eridan asked, breath hitched.
“Where ii2 kk?”
“He… uhh, just left…” Eridan murmured, biting back a moan as Karkat dragged his
tongue up his chest.
“Well, get hiim back, ii need two talk two hiim!!”
Eridan froze as he felt Karkat begin to nibble on his fins, a quiet keen
escaping him.
“... Eriidan?”
Karkat gave a deep chuckle. “Tell him I’m busy.”He whispered, cupping Eridan’s
cheek.
“He’s- busy~”Eridan choked, his mind seeming to slip into static.
Sollux stiffened, brows furrowing.
Eridan blinked at the sound of a second dial tone. He brought the phone up to
his face, answering it mindlessly.  
And there he was.
Sollux, a concerned scowl painted on his face, staring at Eridan through
videochat.
Eridan’s eyes went wide, as he realized that Karkat’s lips grazing his fin was
ever so visible from his camera.
Sollux choked, nearly doubling over at the sight.
Eridan’s cheeks went bright purple, dread and humiliation beginning to set in.
Karkat only laughed, dragging his tongue up Eridan’s cheek. He took the phone,
brushing his hair behind his ear and sitting back upright on Eridan’s lap.
Sollux stared at his monitor in total disbelief, adjusting his glasses. “ Kk,
What the fuck are you DOIING??
Karkat nibbled on his lip, giving a wanton moan.
Sollux stared in horror as Karkat adjusted the camera to show his nook gripped
tightly around Eridan’s pulsing bulge. “Holy-shiit-”Sollux managed, feeling
blood beginning to rise to his cheeks.
“What?” Karkat mused. “You jealous?”
Sollux shook his head, gripping his desk. “That ii2 fuckiing dii2gu2tiing!”
Karkat chuckled, giving a sly smile. “Then why haven’t you hung up?”
Sollux glanced back at his door, cursing himself under his breath. “Becau2e
ii’m fuckiing worriied about you! Get off hiim 2o we can talk, okay? Plea2e,
KK, ii’m fuckiing beggiing you!”
He moaned, laying down on Eridan’s chest, hips bucking. “Why would I do that?
When it feels so… good~”His eyes rolled up, a gasp curling from his lips.
Sollux just stared, hissing as he felt his forked bulge begin to unwind from
his sheathe.
Karkat brought the camera to focus back on Eridan, who was clearly phased out,
breath short and rapid.
“Hey, Sollux…” Karkat hissed. “I showed you mine- Don’t you think we need a
little… reciprocation?”
Sollux hesitated, eyes shifting to his lap. “What the fuck happened two you?”
Karkat smiled, chuckling. “I made a… discovery. I guess you could say... I’m a
little fucking cumslut~” He moaned. “And I fucking love it.”
Sollux quivered. “Plea2e… ju2t… plea2e, fuck, ju2t talk wiith me, tell me
what’2 goiing on!”
Karkat smiled. “Sure.” He lay back, fixing the camera to show his hand snaking
over his bulge. “Under one… condition.”
Solux’s breath hitched.
Karkat’s eyes lidded. “Play along.”
The mustardblood whimpered, crossing his arms over his chest. “ii…”
“Or you could hang up now… and that will be the end of it. You’ll never hear
from me again,” Karkat purred.
Sollux hissed, eyebrows knit. He stood, crossing over to his door and locking
it. “Okay, what the fuck do you want me two do?” he asked, seating himself back
in his desk chair.
Karkat moaned, hips rolling down onto Eridan’s bulge. “First, show me what
you’ve got…”
Sollux hesitated, before gritting his teeth and showing his pants down
unceremoniously.
Karkat’s shoulders went slack, mouth watering at the sight. “So, the rumors are
true…”
“What? What rumor2?”
Karkat twisted his hips. “You have two…”
Sollux rolled his eyes. “It’2 ju2t 2pliit, and who the fuck wa2 talkiing about
my bulge?”
Karkat shuddered. “Let’s focus on something better…” He turned the phone to
focus back on Eridan. “Like how… fucking... pretty he is...”
Eridan’s eyes widened, hands covering his face.
Sollux swallowed.
“Aww, come on Sollux…”
Sollux rolled his eyes. “Yeah, he’2 a real fuckiing babe.”
Karkat purred, pushing away Eridan’s hands to show his flushed cheeks and
glassy eyes. “Don’t you want to see him cum? Hear those pretty noises he makes
as he absolutely covershimself in his own slurry?”
Eridan whined, mouth gaping open, his eyes fixed on Sollux’s bulge through the
screen.
Sollux hesitated, the fantasy slipping into his mind. He closed his eyes for a
second, going tense. “Fuck…”
“Come on, Sollux, aren’t you going to touch yourself for us?”
Sollux turned his attention away from the screen, arms crossing over his chest.
“Sollux.”Karkat warned, eyes lidding.
The mustard blood shuddered, meeting his friend’s gaze. He shivered, allowing
his hand to snake around his bulge. “Kk…” He moaned, thighs tensing.
Karkat keened, nice and loud, grinding his hips down on Eridan.
“F-fuck, Kar- I think I’m close!” Eridan gasped, sweat beading his forehead.
Karkat trilled, speeding up his pace. “Please, fill me, please master, I want
every last fuckingdrop~”
Sollux bit back a moan, eyes rolling back.
“KAR!” Eridan shouted, thrown into sweet release.
Karkat moaned as he felt cool fluid stuff him, throwing his head back at the
sensation.
“Fuck!”Sollux hissed, eyes screwing shut as he forced himself through orgasm.
He shuddered, a hushed moan escaping him.
Karkat grit his teeth and began to pump his bulge with reckless abandon. He
went tense, breath held, before gasping as he felt himself spill onto the
seadweller below him. He moaned, going limp on the body beneath him. Time
seemed to crawl to a halt, his cheeks suddenly burning hot. He shivered,
forcing his attention back to Sollux. “So… you still want to talk?”
-click-
He frowned.
Sollux… hung up.
 
Cronus traced his fingers over the line of collars pinned to the wall. His hand
settled on dark leather with red studs. Perfect. He placed it in his basket,
picking it's matching leash off the wall alongside it. His eyes danced around
the store as he made his way to the checkout aisle. Was that… ohhhhhh, no
fucking way. “Disciple?”
The woman glanced up at him, expression twisting to one of immense displeasure.
“Do I know you?”
Cronus chuckled. “Didn’t expect to find you working at a pet shop.”
She rolled her eyes. “It pays the bills.”
Cronus paused. “Oh… right. Forgot about Meulin. Sorry.”
Disciple’s shoulders tensed, eyes rolling up to stare at the ceiling. “It’s
none of your business.”  
“I… I knewv her. Not… wvell, but wvent to school together.” Cronus bit his lip,
placing the collar and leash on the counter.
She raised an eyebrow. “… What’s your name?”
“Cronus.”
The woman paused, her olive eyes seeming to pierce him as she studied his face
“Are… you the one taking care of the Alternia brothers?”
“Yeah, that’s me.” He chewed on his cigarette.
The woman bowed her head slightly, as if in apology. “I should get Nepurrta.
There’s something she made for A-Karkat.”
“… A....Karkat?”
"Alternian Karkat. Hehe, he's a little tougher than B-Karkat, which I think is
why Nepurrta likes him.” She smiled.
Cronus paused, biting the inside of his cheek. “She red for him?”
The woman gave a wry chuckle, nodding. “Yeah… but shh! Don’t pet her know I
told mew!”
“I don’t plan on it.” Cronus turned his gaze to the floor, biting down on the
filter of his unlit cigarette as he realized that she would probably never see
him again…
Unless she found the porn.
Oh god.
Oh god.
His head reeled in a desperate attempt to change the subject. "So, these B-
Vwantas kids. I'd like to meet them some day. It would be... interesting."
The Disciple bit the inside of her cheek, shaking her head. "Though I do
appurreciate mew taking good care of the boys... that does not mean I trust
mew. The thr33 are in hiding fur a reason, you know!"
Cronus snickered, raising an eyebrow. "Hey, wvhatevwer you say, doll."
The woman's expression returned to one of irritation. She glanced down at
Cronus's purchase. "You have a lusus?"
"Uh... Yeah. I do."
"What's it’s name?"
Cronus glanced to the side, heart twisting. "Uhm, Carcino. Karkat named him."
The woman smiled. "It's always good to have a pet growing up."
Cronus nodded, averting eye contact. "So, wvhat did Nepeta wvant?"
"Ahh. Right. Just a moment!" The woman retreated to the back room.
Cronus picked the collar out of the bag, turning it in his fingers. A shudder
passed over him as he imagined it clinging tightly around Karkat's neck. He
pictured the leash restraining him to a wall. He'd be fucking begging for cock,
a whole four fingers inside him to compensate.
He shivered, eyes drifting to the door the disciple had escaped into.
He had… always been a cat lover.
How much would the olives be affected, anyway? One, two… five? Yeah, they had
five spots between ‘em. That… seemed like plenty. Hmm.
Nepeta came bounding from the back, cupping something in her hands. “Hi, uh,
Cronus? Could you… purrlease give this to Karkitty fur me…?”
Cronus peered into her palms… it was… a cupcake. With what looked like Karkat
drawn in frosting.
Oh.
Oh no.
His bulge retreated back into his sheathe out of pure guilt. “Uhh… thanks, kid.
I’m sure he’ll like it! You’re real talented, you knowv?”
“You think so?” Nepeta mused, turning the cupcake in her hand. “I purr hope he
likes it… I worked purretty hard on it, if I’m honest.”
Oh no.
Ohhh nooo…
“It’s adorable.”
“Yeah… I was gonna give it to him on Monday… but the frosting is so much better
when it’s fresh! Umm… also… he hasn’t b33n responding to my messages… is he
sick?”  
Cronus gave a dry chuckle, his brow furrowing. “Yeah, he is. Real… sick. I’m
sure he’ll respond to you soon though, don’t you fret.”
Nepeta smiled. “Well, thank you for visiting our store!” Her eyes drifted to
the leash on the counter. “I hope I can m33t your new pet soon!”
Cronus scooped the items into the bag, before throwing a 20 on the counter, and
departing to his car.
You already have.
 
Dualscar trudged up the stairs to his room, smiling as he realized that Kankri
was trailing after him like a lost puppy. How sweet. He paid him little
acknowledgment, only continuing into the master bedroom. His eyes focused on a
cleaning troll, who was only now fixing a new sheet to the bed.
She glanced up at him, jumping sheepishly, before smoothing out the bedding and
bowing to him. The girl awkwardly piled up the old sheets and began to retreat
from the room. She paused, shimmying by Kankri as they both passed through the
entryway.
His eyes fixed on the red and purple blotches, ever so evident against the
pearly white of the cloth. A stone seemed to form in his stomach as he realized
the red wasn’t his.
Dualscar swallowed, noting how ashen Kankri’s expression turned as he sat next
to him on the mattress.
“Guess we’re even n9w, huh,” Kankri murmured, staring at the floor.
Dualscar paused. “I suppose we are.”
Kankri’s eyes narrowed as he felt Dualscar slip a hand around his waist,
pulling him against his chest.
“No hard feelings, alright?”
“… Yeah.” Kankri snuggled into Dualscar’s chest, breathing in his scent. He
reminded him of the ocean, the musky smell of sea salt filling his lungs.
Dualscar lay back on the bed, taking Kankri with him. "I heard you purring
earlier." He murmured, brushing a lock of Kankri's hair out of his face.
Kankri's ears pricked up in embarrassment. "I... s9rry, I h9ped I hadn't w9ken
y9u."
"Don't apologize, now... I liked it. Can you do it one more time? Just for me?"
Kankri bit his lip. "I... can try." He tried flexing every muscle in his neck
as he exhaled, but... ugh, it wasn't doing the trick. Come on, body, work with
me here,he thought to himself, snuggling into the cool embrace of Dualscar.
"Can y9u... t9uch my h9rns?"
In a moment, his hands were on them, stroking the smooth nubs with the pads of
his fingers.
Kankri went limp, the promised purr rising of it's own accord.
Dualscar chuckled, placing a chaste kiss on Kankri's neck. "That's it..." he
hummed, feeling his muscles relax. "Kankri... are you happy here?"
Kankri paused, his purr fading out as he looked for words. "It's hard f9r me t9
say just yet."
Dualscar held him closer. "Do you... love me?" He slurred, continuing to rub
Kankri's horns affectionately.
Kankri wanted to tell him the answer was no. They had spent so little time
together, and half of that time was scarring at best. But... something was
making his bloodpusher twist, and beg for him to just kiss him already. To hug
him and never let go. So he just kept purring, nodding his head to the vague
affirmative.
Dualscar smiled, burying his face in Kankri's hair. "Would you do anything for
me?"
Kankri swallowed, blood running cold at what that could mean. "N9."
"Well... that's hardly a romantic answer. But at least it's an honest one."
Dualscar sighed, laying little kisses on Kankri's horns. "Would you let me film
you?" He murmured.
Kankri shivered, the tip of Dualscar's nose rubbing against his scalp. "Y9u
mean... naked, I presume..."
Dualscar hummed, relishing in the warmth Kankri seemed to radiate.
Kankri rubbed his thighs together, biting the inside of his cheek. "I... I
d9n't... think s9."
Dualscar paused, his grip lessening. "...Right."
Kankri shifted, pursing his lips. "Well... may6e... if y9u didn't sh9w it t9
any9ne, that is."
That's a start.
"Heh, that's what I like to hear..." He smiled. "Do what you feel okay with… I
do what you to be happy, you know," Dualscar murmured, brushing his knuckles
along Kankri's neck.
Kankri shuddered, his nook swelling at the touch. "I... Thank y9u... sir."
"You're blushing."
Kankri nodded, letting his head rest against Dualscar's chest. "Pr96a6ly...
yes."
Dualscar smirked as he realized his bulge remained firmly in his sheathe.
This was all Kankri.
“You’re beautiful, you know,” He whispered, sending a spark up Kankri’s spine.
“Y9u’ve menti9ned.”
Dualscar smiled, giving a deep chuckle in Kankri’s ear. “What can I say? You’re
the kind of pretty that would haunt my dreams.”
Kankri sighed. “I w9uld think y9u’d be satisfied with what we d9 in y9ur waking
h9ur, 6ut I supp9se s9me just can’t help themselves.”
“Oh, I’m only getting started with you, baby... “ Dualscar rested his chin on
Kankri’s shoulder. “The things I want to do to you…” He trailed his fingers
along the seams of Kankri’s sweater.
Kankri stiffened. “I’m tempted t9 thr9w y9u 9ff me f9r that c9mment.”
Dualscar hummed. “Don’t you enjoy it though? The way I make you scream for me~”
Kankri looked at the floor, breath hitching. “I… a little?”
The violet smiled, planting a kiss on Kankri’s cheek. “Aw, come on. You’ve got
it pretty good right now, don’t you think? You’re living in a top notch estate,
eating the best food on the market… and you don’t have to do a thing for it.”
“Except 6e y9ur t9y, right?” Kankri asked, lip curling.
Dualscar hummed. “At least you won’t be lonely.”
Kankri narrowed his eyes. “S9 It’s true.”
Dualscar chuckled. “Now, I didn’t say that. I think we can come to a nice
middle ground here. You’re more than sex to me. I like having you around,
Kankri. You’re… warm. It’s nice.”
Kankri allowed his expression to soften, holding Dualscar’s hands to his chest.
“I… I’m still with Cr9nus, y9u realize.”
Dualscar smirked, removing his glasses and placing them on the bedside table.
“He gave me permission the moment he pulled over that car.”
Kankri swallowed, his mouth going dry. “I… Guess that’s a reas9na6le en9ugh
assessment.”
Dualscar allowed his cool breath to dance over Kankri’s neck. “Remember how
much you wanted me… how you fucking beggedfor me, grinding on yourself and
shit?”
Kankri sighed. “D9n’t remind me…”
Dualscar chuckled, allowing his tongue to slide over Kankri’s horn.
“MhhhMHh~”
“But why would you want to forget? Why would you want to forget how good I made
you feel…”
Kankri gasped, eyes lidding. “I mean… t9 6e fair y9u als9 tied me up and
a6and9ned me 9n a p99l table…”
Dualscar smiled. “Abandoned you? Would you rather I have fucked you senseless?
Left you dripping my cum?”
Kankri shuddered. He managed a weak nod, the sheer desperation he felt in that
moment flooding back to him.
Dualscar smirked, chuckling. “What a good boy…” His grip tightened. “And you’re
all mine… right?”
Kankri closed his eyes, saying nothing.
He felt himself go limp as Dualscar lay a series of kisses over his horns.
"What was that?" He murmured, voice deep and hushed.
“I’m all… y9urs.”
 
Of course, it wasn’t just the collar he had to fetch. Cronus jogged up the
steps to his apartment, mentally going over the grocery list of items he was
going to bring back. He and his thoughts stopped dead in their tracks as he
reached the top.
The door lay dented on the ground, the hinges having been torn from the wall.
His blood went cold, eyes wide. He peered past the frame, finding the room
empty. He snuck inside, snagging his guitar off the ground and holding it
behind his head as a makeshift club. His skin crawled as he took in the details
of the trashed apartment, the turned over table and glass from shattered cups
and plates. He grabbed a knife from the drawer, keeping it alongside the
instrument. He pushed open the bathroom door with his foot.
Empty.
He made his way into the hall, peeking inside Kankri’s room.
No one.
He continued to Karkat’s.
Empty.
He swallowed, hands beginning to shake as he pushed open the door to the master
bedroom. He sighed in relief, dropping the guitar to his side, panting.
It was empty.
Unless the fucker had decided to hide for however the fuck long he had been
here. But… that was unlikely, all things considered.
He brushed his hair out of his face, fumbling with his phone to call the
police. He paced around the hall and into Kankri’s room, picking up his
boyfriend’s laptop and tucking it under his arm.
“Hello, this is Beforus police central, how can I help you?”
Cronus paused, pursing his lips. “Nevermind.”
The most he could ask them to do was start an investigation, but there was no
way in hell that they would arrest a Makara. Too fuckin’ corrupt. He hung up.
He searched around the apartment once again, a little more carefully, looking
in every hiding spot he could think of.
It was… definitely empty.
He shuffled into Karkat’s room, kicking the bed frame in attempt to rise a
sound from anything that might be under there. His eyes drifted to the pillow,
frowning. There was… a note?
He glanced under the bed, before realizing that no-one could even fit down
there. He sat down on the mattress, picking up the paper.
 
I’m coming to get you, brother. :o)
If you all up and motherfucking read
this, then call me.
It’d make my job a hells of a lot easier,
knowing where you are, and stuff.
Just hang motherfucking tight.
 
Cronus put a hand over his mouth, swallowing. He took out his phone, snapping a
picture and sending it to his dad.
CA:<< … Holy shit, that was at the apartment?”
CA: yes.
 
He strode back to the entryway, taking pictures of the kitchen and door as he
went.
 
CA:<< Fuck. Fuck my fuckin’ life. Get home, we’re goin’ on lockdown as soon as
you’re back.
CA: on my wvay.
 
 
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Cronus pulled up the slender road that led to the house, eyes glancing over the
lilac bushes that framed the way. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel,
a sense of nostalgia beginning to set in him as he remembered the hot summer
days, when his dad was just taking him and his brother home from the beach
house they had down on the bay. It was too far away from their father’s
teaching job to live there casually, but was a pleasant treat all the same.
Cronus dreamed of moving into it some day. When his dad was retired, and Eridan
had become an orphaner, following in their father’s early footsteps as he
planned.
Despite how much he loved the house on the beach, the days when he was just
coming home always seemed the sweetest. The house would be fresh, the servants
having more time to properly clean it, and the aftertaste of sea salt would
still cling to his tongue and gills.
Cronus’s eyes widened, his foot slamming on the break. Oh fuck. Oh god.
He stared ahead, the once proud gate to the mansion now in smashed and dented
halves, lying pathetically by the sides of the driveway.
He pulled out his phone, hands shaking, and called his dad.
 
Dualscar’s eyes drifted to his phone as it began to shake violently through his
ringtone. He sighed, stretching over Kankri’s shoulders and just barely
snagging it. It was… Cro?
“Cronus?”
“Dad- I- someone beat down the front gate-”
“What?”
“I- I-it looks like someone drove a car into it- but I don’t see anyone- and-
fuck-”
Dualscar stiffened, sitting up. The air in the room suddenly seemed far too
thick. “Get into the house. As fast as you can, into the house, right now.”
“I’m on my wvay…”
With that, his son hung up.
Dualscar swallowed the lump in his throat, skin crawling. He tried to keep
himself from panicking as he ripped off the covers, throwing himself to his
feet, and stumbling into the hall.
“Sir?” Kankri asked, sitting up from the bed.
“Go back to sleep, Kanny,” Dualscar barked, texting Elfrid.
 
CA:<< Elfrid, did you see the gate?
CA:<< … Elfrid?
SB: Yeah< Sorry< I saw it.
CA:<< Why didn’t you call me?
SB: i was just about to>
CA:<< Okay, well, start closing blinds and shit, we’re going into lockdown.
SB: will do.
CA:<< Get to it.
 
Gamzee tossed the phone to the floor, gaze drifting to the man bleeding olive
beside him.
The butler gasped, head reeling in pain as Gamzee kicked his shoulder, his
shattered collarbone seeming to scream in agony.
“So… why doesn’t a motherfucker tell me where I can find one of your… guests?”
 
Dualscar stumbled down the stairs, before clambering into the trophy room. He
ripped his harpoon off the wall, the tens of mounted lusi heads reverberating
from the force. He stalked into the lobby, slamming windows shut and locked,
following the procedure up the stairs. On his way, he sent an order to the
maid.
 
CA:<< Lock everything.
EM: Sir?
CA:<< I’m not going to explain this right now, just lock everything everywhere.
EM: Wait, is everyt#ing okay?
CA:<< No. Now lock everything.
EM: Okay…?
 
He shoved his phone back into his pocket, blood running cold as he heard the
front door open. He ran back to the steps, staring down.
It was Cronus. He shut the door, locking it.
Dualscar nodded, fumbling with his phone to call the police.
“Beforus police central, how may I help you?”
“I have a potentially dangerous invader on my property. I’m a seadweller on
1943 Orchid lane, send some people.”
“Oh! Um, right away, sir!”
Dualscar hung up, eyes dark. They… probably wouldn’t be able to put Gamzee in
jail, for long at least, what with his father’s influence over the cops. But
they could at least… defend him. Scare the fucker off.
At least… he hoped so.
 
Eridan nuzzled into Karkat’s neck, strands of dyed hair clinging to his
forehead.
Karkat blinked, doe eyed, and stared back at him. He smiled, lashes fluttering,
as he felt Eridan lay a series of soft kisses along his neck. A shallow purr
began to rise in his throat.
Eridan chuckled, his smile softening. “I lovve you…” He murmured.
“I love you too.” The words fell from Karkat’s lips mechanically. It was the
only thing he could say to that, so he said it.
Eridan shuddered, holding Karkat closer. He felt his throat clench, a sob
escaping him.
Karkat stiffened, eyebrows fixing together as he felt tears rolling onto his
shoulder. He rubbed Eridan’s back awkwardly, unsure of how to respond.
“Thank you…”Eridan finally gasped, expression twisted into a grimace. “Fuck,
sorry… god, look at me…” He muttered, sitting back on his heels to wipe his
cheeks.
Karkat stared, silent. He… had no clue how to react to that.
Eridan swallowed, staring down at his palms. “Kar… You havve… noidea wwhat this
means to me… really…”
Karkat swallowed. “Don’t mention it.”
Eridan met his gaze, before turning his eyes to rest on the bed. A flush rose
to his face as he registered the red and purple stains. He shuddered, shifting
to a clean patch of bedding.
Karkat looked up at him and grinned. “What, afraid of a little cum?”
Eridan’s fins pricked up, eyes going wide as Karkat grabbed onto him, pulling
him back onto the stained cloth.
He laughed at Eridan’s expression, before brushing his hair out of his face and
kissing him.
The two paused at the sound of… a siren?
 
“Back garden is clear, Ma’am.”
“Check the trees. We can’t be too thorough.” The police chief’s eyes drifted
around the estate. She felt… uneasy. Like a deafening silence was swallowing
any sense of security she would otherwise hold. A chill ran up her spine,
forcing her to turn and re-evaluate her surroundings. Her gaze fixed on a
figure approaching, walking with an irregular beat up the gravel road. “Oh my
god…”
Kurloz grinned up at her, his teeth barely showing through his stitches.
She stumbled back against the car door, gripping her intercom like a lifeline.
His boots crunching on the gravel seemed enough to set a ringing in her ears as
she bit back any series of terrified wails and screams. She knew this boy. Who
didn’t.“M- Mr. Makara-” she choked, her fingernails digging into her palm as
she clenched her fists.
‘HAHA, NO NEED FOR MOTHERFUCKING PLEASANTRIES, SISTER.’
She shuddered, swallowing. “W-what… do you want?” She managed.
His smile broadened. ‘A RIDE. WHY DON’T YOU AND YOUR LITTLE SQUADRON TAKE A
MOTHERFUCKER BACK TO MY DAD’S PLACE? SURELY, YOU KNOW THE WAY.”
She stared down at her intercom. God, she was so fucked.Kurloz was rumored to
have the ability to trigger a brain aneurysm without lifting a finger… not to
mention his squadrons of hit men, should his psychic abilities fail. She stared
up at the estate, before bowing her head in shame. She gave a silent prayer to
the family she was supposed to protect, and pressed the button on her intercom.
“Men, fall back.”
Kurloz lit a cigarette full of god knows what as he paced around the car and
swung into the passenger seat.  
 
Dualscar stared at the front door, clutching his gun so hard it drove his
knuckles white. He flinched as he got a notification.
 
SB: They got him>
CA:<< Really? Oh, jesus, thank fuck.
SB: Yeah> He’s in the back of one of their squad cars> Looks like they’re
driving off with him>
CA:<< Thank… fuck.Do you think he’ll come back?
CA:<< Elfrid? Are you there?
SB: No. He won’t.
CA: … Glad you’re being optimistic.
SB: ttyl
CA: ttyl?
 
SentimentalBailment has logged off.
 
Dualscar paused, before allowing his shoulders to relax. He leaned back in his
chair, tossing his phone onto the table and sighing in pure relief. “They have
him in custody,” He told Cronus, his grip on the gun loosening. It slipped from
his fingers, clattering to the floor.
Cronus slumped. “Thank… god.”
Dualscar stood, rubbing his cheek. “I’m going to go work on getting dinner on
the table. You go find the others, will you?”
Cronus nodded. “Will do… Can we have something big?”
Dualscar gave a thumbs up. “Whatever you want.”
Cronus smiled, standing, as his father departed down the hall.
 
Karkat poked at the lobster he had been served with his fork. It felt uncanny
to see the creature buttered and ready to eat, for some reason he couldn’t
quite put his finger on…
“So… wwhat’s up?” Eridan asked.
“Preeeeetty good. I’m drunk again, so that’s always nice…” Dualscar slurred,
giving a thumbs up.
“… Cool?”
Cronus clicked his tongue in his mouth. “I saw the Leijons at the pet store.”
“How’d that go over?” Dualscar asked, breaking a lobster claw in half.
The two mutants flinched simultaneously.
“Wvell, the Disciple took Meulin’s job… so she wvas there.”
Dualscar laughed. “Yeah, well, I guess someone had to support Nepeta after big
sissy went missing… believe it or not, being a menace to the government doesn’t
pay well.”
Karkat paused. “How… how’s Nepeta?”
Cronus hesitated, eyes drifting to the bag next to his chair. Should he…? Yeah…
yeah, he should. “Um… actually, she made you something.” He reached in,
retrieving the cupcake. He slid it across the table.
Karkat caught it, sighing. “She’s nice.”
Cronus chuckled. “I think she’s swveet on you.”
Karkat’s mouth drew to a line. “I... know. I… she’s sweet… let’s leave it at
that.” He put the cupcake next to his dinner, and continued eating.
“Wve started talking about the Beforian Vwantas family.”
“What did she say?”
“Not much… thanked us for taking care of these two, though,” Cronus mentioned,
pointing between Karkat and Kankri.
“... Oh.” Dualscar swallowed.
“But she said she still didn’t… trust me. To see the B-Vwantases, that is.”
“Good call,” Dualscar murmured.
Cronus rolled his eyes. “She said ‘they’re in hiding for a reason.’”
Kankri pursed his lips, nodding. “It was the same f9r Karkat and I 9n Afterus.
We always had t9 sleep in the w99ds…”
“You mean I always had to sleep in the woods,” Karkat mumbled. “You were always
out. Always.”
Kankri stiffened. “Well, I’m s9rry, but I did what I had t9 d9 t9 keep you fed.
I was still in hiding from the dr9nes th9ugh.”
Cronus frowned. “Kankri, I met you in a club. I hardly call that hiding.”
Karkat’s brow furrowed. “What were you doing at a club?”
“N9THING, 9KAY!” Kankri shouted, going red in the face.
Dualscar snickered, putting his hands up in defense. “This isn’t an
interrogation, we can change the subject if you want.”
Kankri nodded his head in thanks. “Umm… what d9 y9u guys think ab9ut… my dad?”
Dualscar shrugged. “I respect him. I mean… I think he’s on the wrong side of
history, but that’s probably just because I’ve convinced myself I’m on the
right side.”
Kankri hesitated. “I understand y9ur p9int 9f view. I think he may be
resp9nsible f9r even m9re divisi9n am9ngst the spectrum, and c9uld be guilty 9f
dem9nising the upper class.”
“Agreed.” Dualscar muttered into his mug. “What do you think, Karkat?”
Karkat shivered. “He should accept those around him as his rightful superiors.”
Kankri raised an eyebrow, nearly choking.”Y9u wanna try that again?”
“I know what I said,” Karkat murmured, biting his lip.
Kankri swallowed. “Karkat, maybe y9u sh9uld… rephrase that?”
“Okay... I think he would be happier if he just let the highbloods do to him as
they please.”
Kankri’s eyes lidded. “N9t helping, try again.”
Karkat sneered. “I think he should have been a pretty little fucktoylike me.
Satisfied?”
“Alright, heeeere wwe go…” Eridan chirped, eyes wide.
Dualscar’s brows furrowed, gaze focusing on his son. He turned to stare at the
tablecloth as he began to register how... unsurprised Eridan was.
Kankri scowled. “D9 n9t talk a69ut him that way! He was a great man. He w9uld
have never... demeanedhimself like that.”
Karkat scoffed. “Well, maybe he wouldn’t have gotten himself killed if he did
as told.”
Kankri lowered his gaze, blood on the verge of boil. “Y9u’re disgusting.”  
Dualscar scowled, shaking his head. “None of that, okay?”
Kankri huffed. “He did what was right. He f9ughtf9r what was right.”
Karkat rolled his eyes. “‘Right?’ What does that even… mean,really?” He
hesitated. “I think that what’s ‘right’ is the natural order.”
“Karkat-”
“And guess who’s the strongest? Who lives the longest?” His eyes drifted across
the Amporas. “They do.”
Kankri snarled, hands clenching into fists. “Y9u-”
*“-Why are you making things so complicated, Kankri? They’re better than us…”
He purred. “They earned us…” He paused. “You’d probably be happier if you
stopped trying to fight everything.”
Kankri swallowed, shaking his head. “Karkat… d9 y9u hear y9urself?”
Karkat took a shaky breath, eyelashes fluttering. “Yes. And I believe every
word.” He slipped out of his chair, crawling onto Kankri’s lap. “Haven’t you
noticed? How good it feels to serve them?”
“St9p-”
“I think my body knows who owns it… and it’s rewarding me every fucking time I
obey them.”
“Karkat, y9u’re scaring me…” Kankri murmured, trying to push his brother off,
but to no avail.
The seadwellers stared, awestruck as Karkat’s tongue traced the shell of his
brother’s ear, earning a pleading whine.
Cronus bit his lip, exchanging glances with his father.
Dualscar cleared his throat. “Eridan, go to your room.”
“No.”
Dualscar turned. “Eridan. Now is not the time.”
“I knoww wwhat’s gonna happen. You’re gonna fuck Kar and Kan, and I’m not
leavving.”
Dualscar scowled. “Go. Now.”
“No!” He shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. “I… I wwant to
join.”
Cronus clapped his hands together, grinning. “Alright, alright!! See, told ya
he wasn’t innocent!”
Dualscar only stared, blinking.
Karkat removed himself from Kankri, whimpering. “Please sir, let him stay…”
Dualscar’s fins lay back on his head, staring Karkat up and down.
Karkat bit his lip. “He would have fun… I know he would! I’d make sure of it~”
“I told you not to bring him into this.”
Eridan clicked his tongue, brow furrowing. “Wwhat, you think I can’t handle
it?”
“Per-cisely.”
Eridan shook his head, his muscles tensing in frustration. “I can! And I’m not
fuckin’ leavving.”
Dualscar stood, expression somber. No… god no, no, he had already gone too
fucking far with this. There was no way in hell he was going to ruin the one
member of his family he had any semblance of pride for. “You want to stay?
Eridan, you’re way over your fucking head, you have no ideawhat you’re askin’
for.”
Eridan let his eyes shift to his hands. There’s… no way it could be any worse
than what he had already seen, right? He bit his tongue, staring back at his
father with a determined glare. “Yeah… I fucking do. I… I saww wwhat you did to
Kankri.”
Dualscar felt his stomach drop.  “What did you see, exactly?”
“Tied up on the pool table… wwith the billiard ball in his nook. I saww.”
Dualscar’s jaw went slack, eyes screwing shut. Self hatred was apparently this
week’s theme.
Eridan glanced at the floor. ”I knoww wwhat I’m in for.”
Karkat turned his gaze back to Kankri, a slight chuckle escaping him at his
brother’s horrified expression. “What were you saying about degrading myself,
again?” He whispered.
Kankri closed his eyes, squirming helplessly.
Dualscar stared back at Eridan, drawing a blank. “And you… want to be part of
it?”
Cronus stood, wrapping his arm around his father’s shoulders. “Come on, you
can’t say no to that face…”
Dualscar’s gaze shifted to Cronus. He snarled, throwing his son back.
“Wvhoa, wvhoa, pops…” Cronus murmured, taking a step back, hands held up in
defence.
“Please, dad?” Eridan chimed, giving the best puppy dog expression he could
muster.
Dualscar turned his head to glare down at Eridan, his torso remaining rigid.
Eridan swallowed. “Ww… wwhat’s the wworst that could happen?”
The man’s anger melted, hissing through his teeth. “ You-could-get- hurt…”
“Howw?” Eridan glanced back at Karkat. “I’ll… leavve if I don’t like it… but…”
He paused. “It’s a wwin-wwin situation.”
Dualscar’s eyes widened, gaze fixing on Karkat.
The mutant shied away against his brother’s chest.
“I… I think I’ll havve fun!” Eridan added, mind reeling for any argument he
could scrape together.
Dualscar stared back at his hands, a pit forming in his stomach.
“What’s the problem, if you don’t mind me asking, sir?” Karkat asked.
Dualscar clutched his head, defeated. “My sveet… baby… boy…”
“Is all growwn up.”
Dualscar felt every muscle in his body tense, every joint go rigid, as he threw
his head up to stare at his son.
Eridan stood across from him, breath held, eyes solid. The young seadweller
took off his glasses, folding them, to stare his father dead in the eye.
Somehow… he looked less like himself… and more like Cronus. This sent a hot
wave of anger, shame and dread up Dualscar’s spine as he remembered back to the
car ride.
Eridan took a deep breath. “Kar and I are matesprites noww. Anything that
happens wwith him, I wwant to be a part of.”
Dualcar’s eyes went wild, gaze fixing on the mutant. “You BITCH!”He yelled, a
wave of hot fury hitting him.
Karkat’s eyes widened, jumping.  
Eridan took a step back, his breath catching in his throat.
“DAD!” Cronus barked.
Dualscar shook his head, gaze returning to Eridan. “So, vhat? He fucked you,
and nov you think he lowes you?” He scoffed, hands fixing in his hair.
Cronus swallowed. It was always a bad sign when his father’s accent came back.
He grabbed him by the shoulder. “Are you trying to break his fucking heart?”He
hissed, gesturing back at Eridan.
Dualscar looked back at his son, his gaze softening. Cronus was right.
He looked like he was biting back tears.
Dualscar’s shoulders slacked.
Eridan shook his head, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Dad… p-please?”
Dualscar looked him up and down, his resolve melting.
“Please?”
He took a deep huff, eyes moving to stare at the ceiling. “You know what…?
Fuck… okay.” He grit his teeth. “But the secondyou start feeling uncomfortable,
that’s it. Ve’re stopping. Understand?”
Eridan nodded, glancing back at Karkat and Kankri, his heart fluttering. “Thank
you, dad.” He paused. “I lovve you.”  
Dualscar felt his heart soften. “I love you too.”
Karkat chuckled, licking a trail up Kankri’s cheek.
Kankri shuddered, eyes going wide. “ST9P!” He shouted, making another desperate
attempt to throw his brother off.
It seemed Karkat had tangled his legs with the chair, however, making the task
near impossible.
Dualscar stared down at Kankri, slowly pacing over to him. “I’m going to give
you a chance to leave. Right now, just say the word, and you will be excluded
to your room. You will not be able to rejoin, and you won’t be able to choose
what we do. But… if you want to leave… I won’t stop you.”
Karkat visibly pouted.
Kankri whimpered, struggling. He went stiff as he felt Dualscar run his ringed
fingers down his cheek. He met his eye, taking shallow gasps as his brother lay
little kisses along his neck.
God damn it.
God damnit.
He swallowed, eyelashes fluttering. “That… I’ll be fine?”
Karkat hummed in approval, nibbling on Kankri’s ear.
Dualscar smiled. “That’s what I like to hear.” He ruffled Kankri’s hair, before
clapping to get the servants attention.
Karkat ran his hands under Kankri’s sweater, earning little huffs and whimpers
as the table was cleared. He smiled dryly, and brought his hand to palm his
brother through his jeans.
**At this, Kankri’s hips bucked upwards, eyes screwed shut.
Dualscar’s gaze turned to Cronus, who was pushing Eridan onto the table. Alarms
started going off in his head, but he managed to resist beating his oldest son
to the ground. Instead, he looked Eridan up and down for any indication of
resist.
To his dismay… there wasn’t one.
Cronus felt his breath fall heavy as he helped Eridan out of his pants, running
his tongue along his fins.
At this, Eridan keened, shuddering. “C-Cro…”
Cronus let his breath dance over Eridan’s gills, making the younger’s hair
stand on end.
Eridan felt his eyes glaze over. He could almost feel Cronus’s hunger. It was…
surreal, in a way.
Cronus felt his chest tighten as he stared down at Eridan, and suddenly
everything was right in the world. He felt a possessive growl rise in his
throat, before latching onto Eridan’s collar bone.
Dualscar scowled, before grabbing Cronus by the horn and pulling him back.
“Hurt him, and I will fucking chastise you.”
Cronus grinned, glancing at his father out of the corner of his eye. “Wvhat do
you say, Danny, wvant me to play nice?” He mimicked, forcing the boy’s jeans to
the floor.
Eridan swallowed, managing a shrug, eyes unfocused.
Cronus snickered, digging his fingers into Eridan’s nook unceremoniously.
Eridan choked, eyes wide, trilling at the sensation.
Dualscar chuckled darkly, reaching his hand into Cronus’s pants. He grasped his
bulge, before grazing it with his claws. “Watch yourself.”
Cronus cringed, tensing up. “Yeah, okay, yeah, fine, wvhatevwer!” He managed.
“Good…” Dualscar hummed. His touch went gentle, stroking Cronus up and down.
His gaze shifted to Karkat, before turning to the plastic bag on the floor. He
removed his hand from Cronus’s jeans approached it, before snagging the leash
and collar. His gaze turned to Karkat, a wicked grin forming on his lips.
Karkat moaned, rolling his hips into Kankri’s lap.
“Why don’t you strip, and we’ll get you nice and fixed up, hmm?” Dualscar
purred, snapping the leash between his hands.
Karkat crawled out of Kankri’s lap, tearing his sweater over his head in an
instant.
Dualscar grinned as the boy wiggled out of his pants, before sitting on the
carpet, kneeling in front of him.
“What a good boy you are,” Dualscar mused, fastening the collar and leash
snugly around Karkat’s neck.
Karkat dragged his fingers over the leather, moaning in delight. “Thank you
sir, god, thank you so much~”
Dualscar undid his fly, tugging gently on Karkat’s leash, beckoning him
forward. “Now’s your chance to earn it. C’mere.”
As requested, Karkat crawled to the man’s feet, bracing himself by gripping
Dualscar’s thighs.
Dualscar chuckled, cupping Karkat’s cheek with one hand, while bringing his
bulge into the open with the other.
“May I please suck it, master?” Karkat trilled, bouncing his hips against his
heels.
“That you can, my pretty little thing…” Dualscar hummed, running his fingers
into Karkat’s hair.
Karkat moaned, dragging his tongue along the underside, before sucking on the
tip.
 
Eridan gasped as Cronus curled his fingers, scissoring them to find what worked
best.  
“You like it?” Cronus murmured.
Eridan nodded, a whine curling from his lips.
Cronus stared, shuddering. “You’re so… fuckingsexy like this…” He managed,
focusing on the sensation of his fingers against the soft walls of his
brother’s nook.
Eridan shifted his gaze away from Cronus to stare at the ceiling. It’s okay. If
Karkat could do it… so could he. His eyes briefly searched around the room for
his matesprit. He froze at what he saw.
“C’mon, doll, look at me,” Cronus purred, turning his chin.
Eridan stared up at Cronus, a lump forming in his throat as he saw his brother
stroking his bulge.
Cronus gave a deep chuckle, leaning over to lap at Eridan’s fins. “You ready?”
Eridan stiffened, head reeling. He had hardly even… put anything up there. It
was always just easier to mess around with his bulge.
Cronus gave a steady exhale against Eridan’s cheek. “I’m gonna need an answver,
chief.”
Eridan nodded weakly. If he said no now… his dad would make him leave.
Cronus sighed, rolling his hips down onto his brother.
“OH GOD!” Eridan shouted, eyes going impossibly  wide.
Dualscar’s gaze shot to his son, a snarl forming on his lips.
Eridan focused on his father’s expression. He moaned, nodding his head. “I like
it… god, I like it…” He managed, sighing as his father returned his attention
to Karkat.
Dualscar’s eyes drifted to Kankri, curled up on his chair as he watched the
scenes in front of him unfold. “Get over here,” Dualscar ordered, pushing
Karkat to the side so that Kankri would have plenty of room.
“Yes, daddy…” He murmured, slipping off the chair and onto his knees. He
scooted next to his brother, and the two attached their mouths simultaneously.
Dualscar hissed through his teeth, throwing his head back. “That’s it…” He
groaned, lacing his fingers in Kankri’s hair.
Kankri brought the tip to his lips, and in one fluid motion, took the whole
thing down his throat.
Dualscar gasped, fingers curling around the table. “Jesus…” He murmured, hips
bucking against Kankri. “Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”
Kankri paused, his face going red. He let the tendril slip out, and wiped his
mouth off on the back of his hand.
Dualscar clicked his tongue in frustration. It was probably for the best.
Wouldn’t want to be the first to finish. He hoisted himself up onto the table
and gestured for the two boys to follow him.
“Will it… h9ld us?” Kankri managed, slightly concerned.
“Unless either of you weigh more than a couple tons, we’ll be fine.” He assured
them, leaning back.
Karkat crawled between his legs, but Dualscar stopped him,
He instead pulled Kankri to his bulge, petting his hair affectionately.
Karkat whined, clearly frustrated.
“Now, now. I haven’t forgotten about you,” He cooed, sliding down Kankri’s
pants. “Why don’t you get to work on your brother, hmm?”
Kankri’s face flushed, his eyes screwing shut.
“In… what way, sir?”
Dualscar chuckled. “Well, it would be a shame if we wasted that pretty little
bulge of yours, wouldn’t it?”
Karkat’s eyes lit up, nodding enthusiastically.
Kankri remained silent. Why was this his life. Why did he have to debate
whether or not it was worth taking his brothers bulge, in exchange for giving
this man a blow job? But god damn it, he really wanted that fucking thing in
his mouth again…
Dualscar brushed a strand of Kankri’s hair out of his face, his touch soft…
gentle.
And just like that, Kankri raised his hips for Karkat, dipping his face between
Dualscar’s legs.
Dualscar groaned in approval, eyes set on Karkat as he slid into his brother.
God, that was a pretty image…
Kankri moaned against Dualscar’s bulge, his hands curling into fists.
 
Cronus looked between the three, snickering. “Hey, Eri,” he murmured, pointing.
“You wvanna get in on that?”
Eridan turned his head, visibly squirming. Well… the whole reason he was doing
this was for Kar, right? “Uhmm… yeah, yeah…” He responded.
“Great.” Cronus wrapped his arms around Eridan’s torso, hoisting him up and
easily carrying him.
Karkat looked over his shoulder as Eridan was sat behind him. A slight purr
rose from his throat.
“Okay, yeah, put your lips on your Kar there, wvill ya?” Cronus directed,
dragging his thumb up Karkat’s nook.
Eridan swallowed. Slowly, his hands crept around Karkat’s hips, bringing them
down to his mouth.
Karkat moaned, pulling Kankri back with him until everyone seemed comfortably
situated.
Cronus crouched down onto the table, and rose Eridan’s hips to his own, sliding
inside him once again.
Dualscar stared Eridan down, his eyes screwing shut. He wanted this. It wasn’t
his fault, Eridan wantedthis. His grip on Kankri’s hair tightened. “Do that
thing with your throat again.”
Kankri nodded. He lost focus for a second as Karkat’s bulge squirmed inside
him. He allowed a moan to roll from his lips as he brought Dualscar between his
lips, and down his throat once more.
Dualscar caught Karkat staring at Kankri take his bulge, and could swear he
sensed a bit of envy. Dualscar ran his tongue along his teeth, before bending
over Kankri and grabbing Karkat’s chin.
Karkat’s eyes went wide, pleading.
Dualscar grinned and kissed him, grinding his hips onto Kankri.
“Master~”Karkat moaned against him. He could feel himself go weak in the legs.
“How sweet…” Dualscar hissed, dragging his thumb over Karkat’s bottom lip.
Karkat squirmed, hips rolling down on Eridan and Kankri.
He grabbed onto Karkat’s leash yet again, tugging on it to leave him full
access to Karkat’s neck.
Karkat whined as Dualscar kissed a trail down his neck, his grip on the leash
tightening. “Master, I want you~”
“Oh? Not satisfied, hmm?”
Karkat shivered, reminded of the lips at his entrance and the nook on his
bulge. “I… I want… you~”He repeated.
Dualscar smirked, pulling Kankri’s head back with a slick -pop-. “You hear
that, Kanny?” He purred.
“Unf9rtunately,” Kankri muttered, short of breath.
Dualscar tisked. “I wish you more like your brother.”
Kankri felt self esteem fall a peg or two.
“Just look at him!” Dualscar rubbed Karkat’s cheek affectionately. “My…
perfect,fucking whore….”
Karkat moaned, nodding.
A pit began to form in Kankri’s stomach. He remained silent.
Dualscar rolled Kankri over by the shoulders, so that he could cradle his
torso. He slipped a hand between Kankri’s legs and began to play with his
bulge.
He whined, his shoulders rolling back.
“Like your brother said… you’d be happier if you stopped trying to fight
everything...” Dualscar purred, gently kneading Kankri with his thumb.
Kankri bit his lip, hands clutching Dualscar’s thighs. “I…”
“We’ll take good care of you, Kanny. I just want to make you feel good… you
don’t need to fight me.”
Kankri shuddered. “It… it’s demeaning.”  
Dualscar rested his nose in Kankri’s hair. “That’s not so bad, is it?” He slid
his fingers up and down Kankri’s bulge. “Remember what else your brother was
saying?”
Kankri swallowed. “I… I sh9uld accept th9se ar9und me… as my rightful
superi9rs?”
Dualscar glanced up as Cronus pulled out his phone. He began recording. “Say
that again, babe? Nice and loud for the camera?”
Kankri scowled. “Cr9nus, I am on the brink-” Kankri choked as Dualscar pried
two fingers in his mouth.
He rubbed the soft ridges under Kankri’s bulge, hushing him softly.
Kankri couldn’t help but moan around the fingers, his resolve melting.
“You ready to tell us what we want to hear?” Dualscar murmured, stroking
Kankri’s tongue softly.
Kankri hesitated, before nodding, a slight whine rising from his throat.
Dualscar removed the digits with a quiet pop, kissing Kankri’s neck gently.
Kankri stared into the camera, eyes hazy. “I… I should accept those around me
as my rightful superiors-” He gasped as he felt Karkat start licking at his
nook, seeming to have become bored with his mouth.
“Good…” Dualscar nipped at his ear.
“I should let the high6l99ds… d9 t9 me… as they please…”
Dualscar hummed, rolling his hips against Kankri’s back.
“I… I sh9uld 6e a little fuckt9ylike my 6r9ther, daddy~” He moaned, eyes
glassy.
“That’s a good boy…” Dualscar hummed. “You’re perfectlike this.”
Kankri felt his heart swell at the complement, a purr rising in his chest.
“You want the whole world to see how perfect you are, right?” Dualscar asked,
gesturing back to the camera.
Kankri nodded. “Yes, daddy, please!” He whined, his breath going shallow.
Dualscar hesitated. Yeah… Kankri was totally out of it. He would have to bring
it up later. “Does my perfect little boy want to cum for the camera?” He
murmured.
“9h, please, please daddy, make me cum~” Kankri moaned, his back arching.
“Good boy.”Dualscar began pumping his bulge roughly, rising a series of keens
and whimpers.
Eridan finally removed himself from Karkat, sitting up to see what was going
on. He swallowed, feeling his nook clench around Cronus at the sight.
Cronus groaned at the sensation, his hand fixing in Eridan’s hair. “Yeah, do
that again, for daddy?”
Eridan stiffened, turning around to stare at Cronus over his shoulder. He
flushed as he realised he was recording.
Cronus rubbed Eridan’s temple with his thumb reassuringly, cracking his
signature grin.
Eridan looked down at his fists, before rolling his hips against Cronus,
willing his nook to convulse.
“Fuck yeah… that’s it, baby…”
Eridan swallowed, a keen escaping him.
“Howv are you liking your big brother’s cock, huh?” He hissed through grit
teeth.
Eridan felt his face flush. He avoided eye contact, covering his face with his
hands. “Oh god-”
“Fuckin’ answver me, slut!”
Eridan froze, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead.
Dualscar snarled, his eyes fixed on Cronus, teeth born.
Cronus looked him up and down, huffing. “C’mon, Dad, I’m not serious.”
Dualscar shook his head, his claws digging into the table. “Say that shit
again, I’ll serve your head on a FUCKIN’ platter!”
Cronus elbowed Eridan, signaling him to intervene.
“Uh, dad, it’s fine! I… Don’t, wworry about me?” He shuddered as Cronus twisted
in his nook, as if out of reward.
Dualscar took heavy breaths, in attempt to calm himself. “You still want this?”
He growled, eyes locking on Eridan.
Eridan swallowed, blinking a couple times. He nodded, a pit forming in his
stomach as Cronus grabbed him roughly by the horn.
Dualscar swallowed, returning his attention to the boy squirming in his lap. He
started running his fingers up and down his bulge, in quick, sporadic
movements.  
Kankri held his breath, lip quivering as he felt himself being rocketed towards
the edge. “9h g9d… 9h g9d-”
“Cum-”Dualscar growled.
And just like that, he felt himself tumble over the edge. He gasped, keening,
as he felt his own color spill down his legs. “Daddy~” he whimpered, going limp
in Dualscar’s lap.
“Good boy…” Dualscar trailed off, eyes drifting up to meet Karkat’s. “Yes?”
Karkat licked red off his cheeks, breath hitched. “Can I fuck him, sir?”
Kankri’s eyebrows fixed together, his head snapping up to stare at his brother.
Dualscar looked between the two, a grin forming on his lips. “You hear that,
Kanny?”
Kankri shuddered, his legs squirming shut.
Dualscar’s eyes flicked back up to Karkat’s. “Drive him fuckin’ crazy, kid.”
“Wait- daddy-” Kankri choked as Karkat forced his legs apart.
Dualscar hummed in approval at the sight, his thumbs hooking around Kankri’s
horns.
Kankri gasped, his chest jerking upwards in a series of quick spasms. “F-Fuck!”
Cronus fumbled with his phone, managing to zoom in on the brothers. He grit his
teeth, hissing, and continued pounding into Eridan. “Howv’s that feelin’,
babe?”
Eridan swallowed, lips parting. “I-it’s good!” He managed, continuing to rock
his hips against Cronus.
He grinned. “I knewv you’d like it…” he paused. “This isn’t the first time I
wvanted this, you knowv…”
Eridan stared up at his brother, eyes going wide.
“Isn’t the first time I wvanted to spread you out all pretty like this…”
“Cro-”
“Shh…” Cronus silenced him. “You don’t gotta say anyfin. I get that it probably
wvasn’t mutual…” He grinned. “Until nowv. Right?”
Eridan shuddered, his hands going to cover his face.
Cronus narrowed his eyes, his grip on Eridan’s horn tightening. “You said you
wvanted this. So tell me again, wvill ya? This… is mutual, right?”
Eridan glanced to the side, a pained frown twisting onto his lips. He brought
himself to nod, a whine escaping him.
Cronus sighed, resting his head against Eridan’s neck. “I wvanna see you cum,
Danny…”
Eridan moaned, his toes curling at the words. “Cronus~” He gasped, his arms
latching around his brother.
“You close, chief?” He grunted, his pace speeding up remarkably.
Eridan whimpered, nodding.
Cronus grit his teeth, hissing as he slammed his hips against Eridan’s like he
had nothing left to lose.
“Oh god, CRO!”Eridan cried, his hands balling into fists.
“FuuuuuUUUuuuUUuuckkk…” Cronus groaned, slumping over his brother as he filled
him.
Eridan gasped, eyes rolling up, and felt himself cum.
The two lay there, panting and sweaty, reveling in the afterglow of orgasm.
Dualscar stared between the two, smiling wryly. “What… finished so soon?”
Cronus glanced up at his father, slowing his breath. “Wvouldn’t dream of it,
pops.”
Eridan huffed, but managed to find it in him to get his bulge squirming again.
Dualscar gestured for Karkat to slip out of Kankri, and had him lay next to his
brother.
Eridan moved for Karkat, but… Cronus beat him to it. He crawled over and tapped
Cronus on the shoulder, thinking it must’ve been a mistake. He was with Kankri,
right? So… why didn’t he want… Kankri?
Eridan looked down at Kankri, and a wave of compassion hit him like a cinder
block.
He looked so… tired.
Eridan swore he could see tears prickling his glazed eyes.
Dualscar pushed Kankri’s torso onto the table, so that he could leave the two
brothers access to his bulge.
Eridan leaned over Kankri as the mutant attached his mouth to Dualscar’s bulge,
a lackadaisical energy to his actions. “Howw are you… holding up?” Eridan
murmured, his hands grazing Kankri’s torso.
Kankri glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, saying nothing.
Eridan swallowed. Slowly, he lead his bulge to Kankri’s nook.
Kankri stiffened, a steady exhale escaping him.
“Is this… okay?” Eridan murmured.
Kankri again remained silent, lapping at Dualscar’s bulge.
Dualscar pushed Kankri back by the forehead. “I thought you had better manners
than that, Kanny… why don’t you tell him how good it feels?”
Kankri avoided eye contact, whimpering. “I… I love it…”
“And you want more, right?”
He nodded, grinding his hips against Eridan. “I do… please, give me more,
master~”
Eridan stiffened, his brow furrowing. He glanced up at his father, before
rolling his hips down into Kankri.
Kankri whined, before returning his mouth to the bulge in front of him.
Dualscar leaned back, reveling in the way those pretty little mouths felt
against him.
Cronus continued grinding into Karkat, chuckling. “Hey, Kid, there’s been
something I’ve been meaning to ask you…”
“What is it, daddy?” Karkat asked, his response muffled.
“I wvas your first time… wvasn’t I?” He hissed, kneading Karkat’s horns with
his thumb.
Karkat nodded, humming. “Yes, daddy!”
Kankri glanced at his brother, and felt a deep… sadness take over him. He
wanted to be angry. God, he knew he should be angryright now… but… he just
didn’t have it in him. He felt his eyes close, and he slumped, his cheek
hitting the table with a thud. He felt fingers in his hair, on his horns. He
didn’t care. Then a fist yanked his head back up by the hair.
Dualscar glared down at him, clearly frustrated. “Beg for me.”
Kankri whimpered, his lip quivering. He opened his mouth, but the words stuck
in his throat.
“Beg!”Dualscar hissed through grit teeth, tugging on his hair harder.
Eridan stared, shying away slightly at his father’s actions.
“P-please-” Kankri gasped, a string of saliva rolling down his lips.
“Please… what.”
Kankri swallowed, screwing his eyes shut. “Please... fuck my throat~”  
Dualscar smirked, clearly pleased with the response. “Mmm… Tell me, how badly
do you want it?”
Kankri shuddered. “I’ll go fucking crazy if you don’t, master…” he stated, his
response almost scripted in nature.
Dualscar chuckled. “Well… we can’t have that, now can we? Open wide, dollface…”
Kankri did as asked, his jaw swinging open.
Dualscar slid inside slowly, throwing his head back in bliss. God, it was so
fucking warm.
Karkat pursed his lips, unsure of what exactly to do with his mouth. He went
limp as he felt Cronus press his thumbs into his grubscars, a wanton moan
escaping him.
Dualscar began pounding into Kankri’s mouth, once he became familiar with the
fact that the kid had no gag reflex. Interesting.
Kankri felt his hips begin to roll against Eridan, a thick desire still
clinging to his mind. Despite all the grief, and frustration and anger he felt…
god, he still wantedthis.
Dualscar grit his teeth, throwing his head back in bliss. “You want daddy’s
cum?” He hissed, his grip tightening.
“Wait-” Karkat started to interject, suddenly at full attention.
Kankri swallowed, nodding. He clutched his hands into fists.
Dualscar groaned, his muscles going loose as he finished.
“NO!” Karkat shouted, pulling Kankri back by the hair.
Kankri gasped, choking, as Karkat attached their mouths.
Slowly, he began to suck the fluid out of his brother’s mouth.
“Jesus…” Dualscar murmured, wiping his mouth off on the back of his hand.
Karkat finally broke from the kiss, panting.
Kankri gasped yet again, before breaking into a series of coughs.
“Fuckin’ addict…” Cronus murmured, continuing at his previous pace.
Karkat nodded, humming. “I am…” He paused for a moment. Was he an addict? He
licked his lips, brow furrowing. Was this normal?
Kankri slumped on the table, eyes hazy. He softened as he felt Dualscar
stroking his hair. He let a purr rise from his throat, snuggling into the man’s
thighs. “Thank y9u,” He murmured. God… he should be angry. But… he was… happy.
Eridan moaned, feeling a heat starting to pool in his stomach. “K-Kan-” He
gasped, gripping Kankri’s torso.
Kankri turned his head to look up at Eridan. He ground his hips against him,
lips parting.
Eridan’s eyes rolled up, a moan falling from his lips as he finished.
Kankri’s eyes lit up as he was filled, endorphins seeming to race through his
system. He gave a satisfied exhale, and slumped back to the table.
Cronus’s eyes drifted across the three, before focusing back on Karkat. “Guess
it’s just you and me, huh, Chief?”
Dualscar dragged his thumb over his bottom lip. “I’m not sure I would go that
far…”
Cronus glanced up at him, shuddering. “Wvhat… did you havwe in mind?”
Dualscar crawled over the table, seating himself behind Cronus.
Cronus flushed as he felt a pair of fingers spreading his nook. “D-dad-” he
gasped, flinching.
Dualscar clicked his tongue. “Is that a no?”
Cronus looked to the side, shuddering. “No… I mean… keep goin’.”
Dualscar hesitated, a sickening sense of deja vu taking over him. He sat back
on his heels, eyes screwed shut, and head bowed.
“Dad?”
“You want this?”
Cronus nodded. “Yeah, hell yeah…” He managed, sensing his father’s turmoil.
Dualscar met his eye, nodding. “Yeah… yeah, okay.” He fiddled with his rings,
letting each hit the table with a metallic -ting-that seemed to fill the air.
He huffed, before leaning forward and sinking two fingers into Cronus’s nook.
Cronus felt his vision go foggy. He slumped onto Karkat, biting back a moan.
Karkat whimpered, hips bucking up into Cronus. “M-more, please, Daddy…” he
managed, hands curling into fists.
Eridan and Kankri watched, seeming to grimace in unison at Karkat’s plea.
Kankri glanced at Eridan, before looking at the table. God this was fucked up.
“Yeah, yeah… I’m on it…” Cronus trailed off, but did manage to bring his pace
back to a reasonable speed. “Listen, I want you to cum for me, alright?” He
told Karkat, his grip tightening.
Karkat’s eyelids flickered as he nodded his head, moaning to the affirmative.
Cronus grit his teeth, groaning as he felt himself slip over the edge.
Karkat’s lips parted, keening as cool fluid filled him. The sensation was
enough to drive him to orgasm.
The two collapsed, sweaty and panting.
Cronus rolled off the mutant, staring at the ceiling. “Wvowv.”
“Well said,” Karkat murmured, catching his breath.  
Dualscar wiped his forehead off on his palm, glancing down at his watch. Damn.
9 already. The sun would be rising in no time. “Alright, people… let’s… get
back to our rooms.”
Eridan glanced over at Karkat. “Um… Kar… do you wwanna maybe sleep in my room?”
“No,” Dualscar interjected.
Eridan pouted, brow furrowing.
Cronus snickered. “Haha, it’s alright, chief. And besides… maybe I can keep you
company…”
Dualscar stared at Cronus, shaking his head. “You’re fucking joking, right?”
Cronus gave a slight scoff. “Umm… no?” he leaned in to whisper in his dad’s
ear. “If I’m wvith him, he wvon’t be able to sneak off wvith Kar…”
Dualscar nodded slowly. “Yeah… yeah, okay.”
Cronus grinned, eyes fixing on his brother intently.
Dualscar stared down at Kankri, before approaching him and running his fingers
down his cheek. “How would you like to sleep with daddy tonight?” He murmured
softly, gently running his fingers over Kankri’s neck.
“I… w9uld like that very much, daddy…” Kankri managed, gaze locked on a point
in space.
Dualscar smiled warmly. “Let’s all get to sleep then… shall we?”
 
Karkat felt the soft carpet curl around his toes as he stepped into his room.
He was ready to fucking sleep. He knew he’d be fucking sore in the morning, he
could just feel it. He began to drag himself towards the bed, scratching at his
naked legs and stomach. That’s when a flicker of light caught his gaze. He
frowned, peering over the bed to get a better look.
The faint glow of early sunlight illuminated shards of glass that littered the
floor, and purple blood which speckled the otherwise stainless carpet.
A shout began to rise in his throat at the sight, stumbling away from the
scene. “Oh god-”
“I can smell them on you from here.”
Karkat’s eyes shot to the corner, where a certain subjuggulator sat, blood
splattered clubs in his lap, and sclera tinted red.
“Scream, and you’re fucking dead to me.” Gamzee warned, pulling himself from
his seated position.
Karkat searched for words, for actions, but found none.
Gamzee approached him, his steps slow, but tense, as if he were trying to
contain himself from lunging at the boy across from him.
“Please…”
Gamzee paused, tilting his head to the side. “I’m here to save you, brother.
Save you from this house of heresy and downright MOTHERFUCKING DEBAUCHERY.”
Karkat reached for the doorknob, and suddenly the clown’s eyes went very wide.
Very angry.
His lip curled, stare unwavering. “Yeah. I thought you might do something like
that.” The clown broke into a run, throwing Karkat against the door, only to
knock him to the ground.
Karkat choked in pain, his naked body curling up on the floor. He began to
crawl and squirm away from the figure above him.
Gamzee’s chest fell heavy, breath going ragged with adrenaline. He reached into
his pocket, pulling out and tearing open a ziplock bag. He held the damp cloth
as he crouched down, straddling the terrified mutant.
“Gamzee, please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Karkat croaked, tears beginning to well
up in his eyes.
The clown stifled his pleas by roughly fixing the rag over Karkat’s mouth.
Karkat whimpered, his hand pressing over Gamzee’s. Not in attempt to push the
clown away, but as a last resort to pacify him.
He didn’t even blink.
Karkat’s head rolled back, beginning to hyperventilate against the cloth as the
bitter taste of chemicals filled his throat.   
Gamzee twisted, pulling Karkat into his lap. “I love you… I love you, I love
you…” He mumbled, brushing his lips against Karkat’s neck. The soft bristles of
Karkat’s hair rubbed against his temples, and suddenly, he felt very warm…
cozy, even.  
Karkat, on the other hand, was finding it hard to keep his eyes in focus. He
weakly began to pull at Gamzee’s hand, a gurgle rising in the back of his
throat.
Gamzee snarled, his grip tightening. “Shut up.”
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Karkat’s limbs dropped to his sides, breath being reduced to gasps and sobs.
The clown traced little kisses along Karkat’s neck, his cheeks. “Yeah… yeah,
relax, brother.”
Karkat shook his head weakly, giving a quiet moan as he felt the purpleblood’s
fingertips trace the collar that hugged his neck.
Gamzee chuckled, snuggling into Karkat’s hair. Softly, he began to hum.
It sounded like circus tunes, far too… eerie to bring any comfort to the
situation.
“I love you, I love you, I love you…” The clown chanted, voice wavering.
The phrase rang in Karkat’s ears. A sickly sweet feeling seemed to stick to his
chest. Slowly, he began to sleep.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 15 *****
Chapter Notes
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Karkat’s eyes curled open, his vision blurred. The first thing he felt was…
feverish. His skin seemed uncomfortable on his body. He felt like… he needed
something. But… he didn't know what. The sound of his own breathing and
heartbeat was enough to set an ache in his head. He groaned, clutching his hair
as he managed to sit up. He was in a dark room, lying in a bed with purple
sheets. He was wearing a black sweater with matching jeans, both of which had
the capricorn symbol on them. But… in grey. He didn’t think much of it. He
stumbled out of the covers, mind foggy. Staggering over to the door, he turned
the knob, but to no avail. Locked. Of course. He slid down to the floor,
choking out a sob. The thick chemical sting sticking to his throat sent a whole
new wave of misery through him. "LET ME OUT!!!" he begged, voice rough and
sore, fists banging halfheartedly on the door. His plea was followed with a
near suffocating silence. "PLEASE!!!"
This time, he heard something. A thump, followed by quick and heavy footsteps.
Karkat stumbled back as Gamzee threw open the door, before practically lunging
at him.
Karkat whimpered as he was pulled into a crushing hug. His fingers trembled as
he clutched Gamzee’s shirt, choking out a sob.
“It’s alright, brother… you’re safe now, I’ve got you,” Gamzee murmured, trying
to comfort him.
“I can’t believe you would…” Karkat choked, eyes scrunching shut.
“That I would what, brother?” Gamzee asked, his voice dry. “Save you? Because I
would save you a million times over, if I had to.”
Karkat felt his chest convulse, and before he knew it, tears were leeching down
his cheeks.
Gamzee shooshed him gently, pulling him into his lap as he sat on the bed.
Karkat went tense, lurching forward at the recollection of Gamzee forcing the
rag over his mouth. “LET GO OF ME!” He wailed, breaking free and tumbling to
the floor.
Gamzee stared at him, eyebrows knit in confusion.
Karkat shuddered, curling up. “Please… let me leave…” Karkat begged, his
fingers curling into fists.
Gamzee’s eyes lidded. “And go where? Back to them?” He shook his head, running
his tongue over his teeth. “I won’t let that happen to you. Not again. You’re
safe now.”
“Are you fucking insane?” Karkat spat, curling up into a sitting position. “You
fucking… you kidnappedme! And you expect me to feel safe with you?” Karkat
began trembling again, crawling away. “You are a fucking lunatic…”
Gamzee’s tisked. “You’re not in your right motherfucking head yet, brother.
This was all for you.” His gaze turned to the floor. “You’ll see. Now, c’mon,
my dad’s been wanting to meet you.”
Karkat swallowed, eyes screwing shut as Gamzee cupped his cheek.
 
He followed Gamzee through the maze like mansion. As they walked, Gamzee
ushered him through rooms filled to the brim of trolls bearing tattoos,
weapons, and cigarettes. They paid little attention to him, but those that
caught his eye managed to send shivers up his spine. They finally arrived in
some kind of lounge, where none other than the Grand motherfucking Highblood
himself sat.
Ghb’s eyes drifted to the two, a lazy smirk forming on his lips. “Well, well,
well. Look who it is.”
Karkat picked at the sleeve of his sweater, slowly approaching him.
Ghb chuckled, taking a hit from his cigar. “Glad a motherfucker finally decided
to wake up. It’s been… yeah, three days?”
Karkat slumped, staring at him in disbelief. “What the fuck did you guys
giveme?”
“Vaporised sopor, mixed with Terekin. So, one hell of an anesthetic. Not that
that means anything to you… but shit will knock you out for a while,” Ghb said,
waving his cigar in the air as he spoke.
Karkat scoffed, staring down at his hands. “You… you fucking...”
“Now, now…” Ghb chided. “Don’t go up and acting like motherfucking that,” he
tapped his cigar off into his ash tray. “If I have the story straight, you
weren’t exactly being your most co-operative self. Couldn’t risk you screaming
your head off or none, you get me?” His eyes darkened. “And let’s be real here.
You weren’t in a good state of mind as it were. What with the aphrodisiacs.”  
Karkat’s eyebrows furrowed. “What?”
Ghb gave a short sigh. “I guess this is the first time you’re hearing of it,
huh. Listen, kid, the shit you were doing… that wasn’t you all up and acting
that out.” He rubbed his temples. “This… must not be easy to hear. But it’ll
all be okay, now. We’re going to get you on the road to recovery.”
Karkat took a step back, eyes darting back and forth. “What… what are you
talking about?”
The two highbloods remained silent, only staring at him.
Drugs. Karkat stared at his hands, and the world seemed to slow down.
Realization seemed to hit him like a fucking train. He felt himself choke, his
head shaking in disbelief.
Gamzee bit his lip, rubbing Karkat’s shoulder. “Karbro… It’s okay… I got you…”
A series of coarse and ragged gasps twisted from Karkat’s throat, as he fell to
his knees, blood boiling.
Ghb stared at him, chewing on the butt of his cigar.
Gamzee glanced at his father, who shrugged.
Karkat felt himself begin to hyperventilate in quick and infuriated gasps.
Angry tears boiled over his eyes as he glared at the man above him.
Ghb stood, slowly pacing over to Karkat, before crouching in front of him. He
wiped some of the tears off with his thumb, flashing a grin. “Now… I should
probably tell you, we’ve all up and got a drug test with your name on it. It’ll
help us help you kick the wicked withdrawal from whatever they had you on… so I
can look forward to seeing a motherfucking smile on those wicked lips...” He
smirked. “Tears don’t suit a pretty face like yours.” He leaned in to Karkat,
focusing on the bits of red that speckled his irises.  He was apparently
getting a little too close for Gamzee’s liking.
Gamzee scooped Karkat up to his feet, glaring down at his father. “How about
that drug test, motherfucker?” he muttered, eyes glazed.
Ghb paused, seeming to nod at his son in understanding. He glanced at the
floor, before clicking his tongue and standing. He reached into his blazer,
having to shuffle around a bit before retrieving a syringe. “So, Karkat, tell
me about yourself, motherfucker.”
Karkat stared at him, a hiccup escaping him as tears continued to boil over his
eyes.
Ghb glanced up at him, before shrugging. He ran the needle over his lighter a
few times. “I hear you have quite the wicked hue running through those veins of
yours.”
Karkat stiffened, turning to stare at the ground. “I’m sorry…” 
Ghb paused, his lighter flicking off. “It ain’t nothing you had your own
motherfucking control over, brother.” He held the syringe in his teeth and
pulled up Karkat’s sleeve.
Karkat shied away, suddenly growing very paranoid.
Ghb chuckled at the response. “Don’t worry, now. I know what I’m doing.” He
reached behind the couch to reveal some kind of vodka. He opened the cap,
plugged the bottle against his thumb, and swabbed it over the inside of Karkats
elbow.
Karkat shuddered, staring at the needle.
“Don’t move.” Ghb pressed the needle against his skin, before piercing it.
Karkat hissed, staring up at the man.
Ghb pulled blood into the syringe, his grip tightening as he did so. His eyes
went wide at the color, a deep fascination seeming to set in his expression.
“Look at that…” he murmured, pupils blown in awe. He brought the needle back
and stared at the color, his lips parting. He cleared his throat, and twisted
the needle off the syringe before stuffing it back in his jacket. “I’ll get the
test started in an hour or so. We should have results back in a couple of days.
Until then, understand when I ask you to stay at the house… wouldn’t want you
making a poor impression on your friends before you’ve recovered. So… we might
send you back to the wicked academy in a week or two. If you want, that is.”
Ghb glanced down at his watch, before slumping. “Speaking of, Gamzee,
motherfucker, get to school.”
Gamzee scowled. “Can I stay home? Look after Karbro?”
Ghb shook his head, glancing Karkat up and down. “Motherfucker’s been through a
lot. Let him rest.” His gaze returned to Gamzee. “Now, remember, don’t go
spreading this shit around. This is the one secret I’m asking you to keep,
motherfucker. Don’t screw it up.”
Gamzee raised an eyebrow.
Ghb rolled his eyes. “One of two,” he corrected himself. “And don’t forget your
sopor. Can’t have you getting angry when I’m not around.”
Gamzee scoffed. “When you’re not around? So you’re staying with him instead?”
“I’m not leaving him alone with Kurloz. You should thank me.”
Gamzee opened his mouth to retort, but then shut it again. “Yeah… yeah, okay.”
He sighed, reaching into his front pocket to pull out a joint, before departing
from the lounge.
Ghb stared down at the little bead of blood that had formed on Karkat’s arm,
his muscles relaxing somewhat.
Karkat returned his gaze uncomfortably, before tugging his sweater back down
his arm.
The man narrowed his eyes, grunting. He turned, taking another hit from his
smoke. “So, what do you need? Food?”
Karkat nodded, his breath hitching.
Ghb gestured towards a fridge in the corner. “There’s some leftovers in there.
Help yourself.”
Karkat nodded, pacing around the kitchen island, and yanking open the fridge
door. He was met with the overpowering stench of alcohol. His eyes darted
around the fridge, grazing across some rather suspicious looking zip-lock bags
full of powder. He returned his focus to the shelves, shuffling through
bottles, until he found the promised food. He looked Ghb up and down over his
shoulder, before beginning to leave to his room.
The highblood stopped him, holding him by the arm. “Motherfucker, check the
drawer next to your bed when you get back. Let me know if you be needing
anything.”
Karkat nodded, his grip on the plate tightening.
Ghb let him go, waving him off.
He carefully retraced his steps through room after room, trying his best not to
make eye contact with anyone he ran into. He paused as he heard someone call
his name. He stiffened, turning around. Did he imagine that? He studied the
room he was passing through. Safes, lockers, and array of bongs and syringes
decorated the walls and tables. His eyes met with Gamzee’s older brother.
Kurloz. He frowned, noting the facial skull tattoo that he had apparently
gotten after graduation.
He also noted that the trolls around him seemed to be pointing and snickering
at the capricorn insignia on his chest.
Kurloz grinned at him, eyes flashing purple as he telepathized something to the
trolls surrounding him.
They chuckled, seeming to undress Karkat with their eyes in response.
Karkat shuddered, stepping back. “I-I’m sorry… I… need to go.”
Kurloz gave a mock pout. ‘LITTLE MOTHERFUCKER DOESN’T WANT TO STAY AND PLAY
WITH ME?’
Karkat shook his head, eyes widening.
The trolls muttered things to Kurloz under their breath.
He silenced them with a raise of his hand. ‘IT’S OKAY, MOTHERFUCKERS. LITTLE
FUCKER WON’T BE AVOIDING US FOR LONG, I PROMISE YOU.’ Kurloz grinned back at
him, dismissing him with a curt wave.  
Karkat sprinted back to his room.
 
He placed the food on the bedside table, before sitting on the bed. He felt…
gross. He silently wondered how long the Makaras had left him in those sheets
without changing his clothes. Too long, he decided. He stood, pulling his shirt
over his head, and approached the closet. He threw the sweater to the ground
and stepped out of his pants as he pushed open the door. His eyebrows furrowed.
It was all the same… the capricorn insignia, but in grey. He tugged on a
sleeve, examining it. His mind raced back to how those trolls stared at the
symbol…
Possession.
He felt a pit form in his stomach.
It meant he was theirs… didn’t it? Like they branded him.
He felt his blood run cold as he took a step back.
It was happening again, wasn’t it? Kurloz… he was going to do what the Amporas
did, wasn’t he? His mind raced back to the days prior, his face going red with
humiliation and rage as he remembered the call with Sollux and Eridan. Oh god…
oh god, Sollux must have despised him after that… He bit back a sob, skin
crawling as tears began to well up in his eyes. “I’m sorry…”he choked, falling
to his knees.
It wasn’t his fault, he tried to tell himself. It was theirs. Dualscar… it was…
Dualscar...
His eyes widened as he felt his hips buck into nothing, a slight heat pooling
in his crotch.
Oh god no.
A pathetic whine bubbled up in his throat, as his whole body began to ache with
craving. He trembled, sheer desperation making his skin crawl.
He wasn’t going to do it.
After what must have been the slowest minute of his life, he broke. His hand
shot from it’s place to between his legs. He hissed, shuddering. It didn’t feel
good. It wasn’t… relieving. His eyes rolled up, head swimming for what he could
do to make this better.
His eyes drifted to the bedside table, remembering what Ghb had said. Anything
he needed. He lunged for the drawer, tearing it open to find… a flip phone. And
a number scribbled in pen alongside it.
He pulled it out, and with shaky fingers, punched in the number.
It rang for what must have been the most agonizing ten seconds of his life.
Ghb picked up. “Speaking?” He mumbled.
“Uh- it’s... Karkat-”
The man gave a raspy laugh from the other end. “You sound desperate,
motherfucker. What can I help a brother out with?”
Karkat shivered. “I…” What was he going to ask for. What could Ghb even do…?
He swallowed, his thumb hovering over the hang up button.
“What are you feeling?” Ghb demanded. “Symptoms motherfucker, don’t worry, I’ll
understand.”
Karkat swallowed. “I… craving? I feel… angry, and humiliated, and-”
“I’ll get the drugs.”
And with that, the Highblood hung up.
Karkat stared at the phone, breath hitching. Drugs…? He slumped in defeat,
hinging on the fact that this feeling would be over soon.
 
Ghb laid out a series of pill bottles on the bed.
Karkat stared at each, anxiety seeming to set in him as he remembered
everything Kankri had taught him about drugs. After he met Gamzee, he realised
it was mostly just fear mongering… but those lessons were still pounded into
him.
Ghb met his eye, before lacing his fingers. “Do you understand what you’re
going through right now, motherfucker?”
Karkat shook his head, looking away. “Uh.. a-addiction?”
“Withdrawal. I don’t know what the Amporas had you on, but based on what I saw
of you… looked like some strong shit. I want to get you out of this,
motherfucker, but I’m not going to make you suffer to do it. Going cold turkey
is an awful motherfucking idea, especially for a kid your age. I’ll regulate
you, so don’t worry about never quitting. It’ll happen. But, until then... “ He
gestured down to the bottles. “Let’s figure out what might be the cause of your
suffering.” His finger pointed to the first bottle in the row. “First off, we
have Dimaniene. Shit’s gonna get you active down there… but not exactly how you
were. Makes users more aggressive. Dominant.”
Karkat shook his head. “Can’t be it…”
The highblood nodded. “Anthrapine. Pretty motherfucking harmless. Makes you
flirty and shit, gets you high.”
“How addictive is it?” Karkat asked, eyes widening.
“The sexual side of the drug has almost no withdrawal symptoms. If you were to
be feeling any craving, it would be from the high. Are you feeling…
lackadaisical?”
Karkat shook his head again, fists clenching. “I feel like I could punch
through a fucking mountain to get rid of this… feeling…”
The highblood nodded. His fingers drifted across the line, settling on the
final drug. “Let’s skip the bullshit then. This… this is the stuff that will
make a motherfucker act like how you were. Fyloprone.”
Karkat’s ears pricked up.
“Needy. Obedient. Out of your head, and horny as fuck. And… it’s addiction is
something else. One of my motherfuckers got killed by a junky for this shit.”
Karkat nodded, staring at the bottle.
“If this is what you were on… It’ll seem like you’re in your own personal
motherfucking hellscape before you’re over it. The withdrawal will get worse
every motherfucking day, and it lasts for weeks.” He turned the bottle. “This
is actually one I haven’t tried myself. Vulnerability doesn’t suit a
motherfucker like me.” His eyes flicked up. “But don’t worry. I’ll keep you
safe while you're on it…  make sure all the needs you'll be getting are met.”
Karkat stared up at him, before fixing his gaze back onto the drug. It would
only get worse from here… He swallowed the lump in his throat, nodding. “I’ll
take it. Please, god… just…” He shuddered.
The Highblood nodded, smiling slightly, before popping the cap open. He shook
some of the contents into his palm, and placed a pill gently in Karkat’s hand.
Karkat bit his lip, before bringing his palm to his lips, and throwing his head
back as he swallowed.
The highblood stared at him, his grin seeming to grow wider and wider as
Karkat’s eyelids began to droop.  
He started to feel… uneasy. He lay back on the bed, as slowly, all the pain and
craving washed away. He felt light. He felt... good. His lips parted, forming a
soft smile, as his head bobbed back and forth. A purr began to rise in his
throat, as he curled into his own heat. He felt his nook swell, bulge winding
out of it’s sheathe in quick pursuit. He gave a soft whimper, his hips bucking
against the bed.
Ghb clicked his tongue, crawling over Karkat and pulling him into his lap.
Karkat’s neck went slack, movements losing coordination.
“Tell me… what does a motherfucker need right now?” Ghb murmured in his ear.
Karkat only managed a whine, his hips rolling down onto the man’s thighs.
Ghb chuckled, resting his head in the crook of Karkat’s neck. “Touch yourself
for me.”
Karkat was happy to oblige. His hand slipped under the waistband of his jeans,
eyes going hazy.
Ghb chuckled, his nostrils met with the thick scent of pheromones. He kissed a
trail up Karkat’s neck, his grip on the boy tightening.
“P-please…”Karkat murmured, his mouth gaping open.
“Please what?” Ghb whispered, his fingers trailing down Karkat’s chest.
“Fuck… me…”He whimpered, his words slurred.
Ghb paused his movements, turning to rest his lips against Karkat’s ear.
“Gladly.”And just like that, he pushed Karkat’s pants to his ankles, before
sinking two massive fingers into him.
Karkat absolutely melted at the touch. He moaned, his fingers reaching back to
tangle in the highblood’s massive hair.
The man stared at his red tinted digits, that sick fascination taking him over
once more. He felt a temptation to drag his claws along Karkat’s thighs,
absolutely fucking painthim with that color. But he refrained.
Karkat bucked his hips into the touch, staring up at Ghb with glassy eyes.
Ghb again noted the little specks of red in them, feeling his mouth water at
the sight. He traced his claws along Karkat’s cherry cheeks, his joints going
rigid. He blinked, before taking his hand to his pants, and retrieving his
bulge. He ripped off his shirt and blazer, before pushing his pants down to his
ankles. If only Gamzee didn’t like this kid so fucking much…
Karkat moaned, grinding against the bulge he felt wriggling on his back.
Ghb stretched his fingers apart a few times, before deciding Karkat was ready
enough. It would still be a stretch, but at least it wouldn’t hurt the kid. He
tipped Karkat forward slightly, before leading his bulge to his open nook. Oh.
Oh. Now that was something. He growled at the near searing heat that seemed to
engulf him, reveling in the fact of how... uniqueit was. He silently hoped his
alternate self had gotten a taste of it before killing The Signless
motherfucker. Would be a motherfucking waste if he hadn’t.
Karkat continued moaning, his sopping nook clamping down at the bulge that
graced it.
Ghb grazed his teeth along Karkat’s neck, exhaling against his skin. God, he
wanted to bite him.
Cut that pretty little artery…
Instead, he sank him further down onto his bulge.
Karkat ground his hips down, greedily trying to take more and more inside of
him.
Ghb wrapped his hand around Karkat’s bulge, pumping it up and down
rhythmically. He could get used to this… having another drugged up little pet.
Slowly, he activated his voodoos.
Karkat stiffened as his vision became tinted with a soft purple, and suddenly
he felt… very, veryvulnerable.
Ghb studied, copied everything that was going on in Karkat’s mind. The
endorphins, the dopamine, his racing sex drive. All of it. He let his voodoos
fade, tucking the information to the back of his mind for later use.
Karkat went limp as he returned to reality, giving a soft glance at Ghb, who
met him with a reassuring smile.
“Enjoying your wicked self, I take it?” The man hummed, giving the slightest
nip to Karkat’s ear. He stared at it for a second, disappointed at the lack of
blood.
Karkat squirmed, nodding.
Ghb chuckled, twining the bulge between his fingers. “I want to see you cum… I
want to see that gorgeousmotherfucking red you’ve got…”
Karkat moaned, sliding up and down Ghb intently, his mouth parted. Little keens
and gasps were the only thing to escape him, seemingly past the point of
annunciation.
Ghb grinned, laying back and watching as Karkat rode him like he had nothing
else to lose. He silently wondered where Gamzee had put that collar…
He was cut from the thought as Karkat practically screamed in pleasure,
throwing his head back. “AaAAAAAAAaaaaaaahh~”
The man snickered, holding Karkat’s hips in place, before slamming into him
unceremoniously.
Karkat gave a quick series of keens, seeming to grow louder with each
progressing thrust, until finally, he spilt.
The promised red cascaded down Karkat’s thighs, pooling on Ghb’s groin and the
sheets beneath them.
Ghb stared at the color, but was slightly disappointed at how… diluted it was,
compared to his blood.
If he cut him now, he’d barely feel it, right? The high would distract him… Ghb
brought his thumb to Karkat’s back, before dragging a small slice down it.
Karkat flinched, glancing at Ghb over his shoulder.
The man stared at the color, his eyes softening. He leaned down, licking a long
trail up the cut. God, that tasted nice… “Why don’t you go and… finish what you
motherfucking started,” He murmured, eyes drifting to his ever squirming bulge.
Karkat nodded, his jaw going slack, lips parting.
Ghb directed his head towards his bulge.
Karkat glanced up at him, before scooting down. He began to suckle on the side,
his hips rolling.
Ghb wiped some of Karkat’s blood from his back, before rubbing it between his
fingers, a certain fixation in his eye.
Karkat bobbed his head up and down, struggling to bring the bulge past his gag
reflex. Eventually, he settled with swirling his tongue around the tip, and
pumping the rest with his hands.
Ghb groaned, throwing his head back. He had always loved oral. A hand fixed in
Karkat’s hair, urging him on. The kid would probably let him fuck his throat…
he glanced down at Karkat, before loosening his grip. Had to be nice to the
motherfucker though… if for nothing but Gamzee’s sake. He laid back, and
allowed Karkat to slowly build him up. No sense in rushing it.
Eventually, Karkat felt the organ go stiff in his fingers. He glanced up at
Ghb, as if for affirmation.
Ghb pet his hair, smiling softly. “Does the little motherfucker want my cum?”
Karkat nodded, closing his lips around the tip.
Ghb gave a chuckle through grit teeth, before gripping Karkat’s hair hard, and
bucking up into him.
Karkat’s eyes widened as he went slack, purple fluid gushing down his throat.
He did his best to swallow, but was forced to cough and sputter as soon as Ghb
left his mouth.
The man pulled him into his lap as he recovered, petting his cheeks with his
knuckles.
Karkat stared up at him, gasping and glassy eyed.
Ghb lay a series of soft pecks on his forehead, before laying him down on the
sheets.
Kid was from Alternia, he’d probably slept in things worse than cum.
The man cracked his back as he stood, before gathering up the pill bottles,
slipping into his clothes, and departing.
That was probably the right drug… right?
He shut the door behind him, biting his lip. He fumbled for a cigar, and lit it
accordingly.
He supposed he would find out soon enough.













Chapter End Notes
     Whoo!! Sorry for the short chapter, but at least it got out soon,
     right?? Also, if you have the time, please don't forget to drop a
     comment! It lets me know how many of you have gotten this far, and
     how many are still actually reading. Helpful stuff. :)
***** Chapter 16 *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay, so, sorry for the time convolution, but this is taking place
     right after Karkat got kidnapped, so p much what we missed going on
     at the Ampora's.
Eridan’s chest rose and fell to a steady beat as he slept.
Cronus stared at him, his head propped up on his arm. The soft whirr of the air
conditioner was practically the only sound to be heard in the room. Cronus
shifted towards Eridan, brushing his knuckles down his cheek. He wanted to kiss
him. God… he wanted to kiss him. Cronus hesitated, before leaning into his
face. His eyes danced across Eridan’s freckled cheeks, and he felt his
shoulders tense. Slowly, he brought their mouths together. After a good five
seconds, he retracted, laying back on the sheets. He fumbled for his phone,
turning away from his brother as his heartbeat pounded in his ears. Why was he
even nervous? They had just fucked, hadn’t they? He shook his head, continuing
to distract himself. He clicked on Meenah’s contact, before sending her the
video.
 
CA: (video file)
CC: do you have any idea what fucking time it is.
CA: alright, put your fucking phone on silent then.
CC: nah. not like i was sleeping.
CA: then wvhat the fuck are you complaining about.
CC: i was busy, okay.
CA: doing wvhat?
CC: gee, i dunno cronus, what would a girl possibly be doing alone in her room
during the middle of the day?
CA: oh. oH.
CC: jesus you’re fucking dense. anybay, you recorded it?
CA: sure did.
CC: okay, gimme a sec to watch it.
CA: i can wvait.
CC: . . .
CA: so?
CC: oh cod.
CA: ??
CC: you… fucking... fucked your brother.  
CA: yeah?? wvait, you’re not gonna kinkshame me too, are you?
CC: holy shit. your dad did a total 180, didn’t he? how the fuck did that even
happen?
CA: Eridan begged him.
CC: god your family is fucked up. i… am actually disgusted right now.
CA: aww, come on, doll. i wvas just doin’ wvhat you wvanted.
CC: that video ain’t gonna swim.
CA: wvhat? wvhy not?
CC: your cinematography is fucking terrible. That is not how you start a
profishional debut.
CA: oh, come on, it’s not that bad.
CC: have you even watched it?
CA: … i mean…
CC: watch it, and tell me i’m wrong.
CA: okay, okay, fine.
CC: you done yet?
CA: … it was a lot better in person, okay?
CC: no shit. am I gonna have to send camera guys to your house myshellf, or are
you going to think this through next time?
CA: omg, wvould you?
CC: well, i am your producer. so i guess i’ll have to.
CA: wvhen can they get here?
CC: umm… i dunno, probably by 4?
CA: hell yes. I’ll start getting shit set up. thanks, babe.
CC: don’t. just. don’t.
CA: ?
CC: don’t call me babe, alright? and don’t get the wrong idea about this. i am
not interested in you, like, at all.  
CA: wvhat? wvhy not?
CC: cause you’re a total basshole. Why else?
CA: oh come on, I am not.
CC: in what world aren’t you.
CA: um, this one? I savwed Kankri and Karkat from Afterus, that’s not
assholish.  
CC: yeah, and now you’re using pheromones to turn them into your personal sex
dolls. Reel noble of ya.
CA: you knowv about that?
CC: yeah, i do. and its fucking sad.
CA: wvell, you don’t seem to mind it that much. You’re actively encouraging us,
as a matter o fact.
CC: i am on the verge of war, amshora. If it takes a couple of unwilling prawn
stars to end it, that is a price i will bay.
CA: oh come on. You probably get off to this as much as i do.
CC: i don’t need drugs to get laid.
CA: but could you find a partner wvilling to do anything for you?
CC: that is fucked up, amshora.
CA: you wvanna knowv something else? Kanny is the happiest i’ve ever seen him
when he’s on this shit. I think it’s a wvin-wvin situation, to quote my
brother.
CC: how would you feel if you were in his shoes, huh? If you were someone’s
fucktoy through no choice of your own?
CA: that sounds fucking hot.
CC: well I hope you try it, and see if your tune changes.
CA: … was that a proposal?
CC: what?
CA: you want me as a fucktoy, Meenah?
CC: you can’t be serious.
CA: oh, i am dead serious.
CC: what the fuck is wrong with you.
CA: that’s not an answver, babe.
 
caustic_Crabdicator has logged off.
 
Meenah stared down at her screen, her face flushed in fury.
What the fuck was his problem?
She stared down at her lap, a scowl forming on her lips.
Fuck him. Fuck Cronus Ampora.
She lay back, his offer slipping into her head. Her bulge squirmed in response.
She rolled over, giving a frustrated groan.
What an asshole.
 
Kankri whimpered as Dualscar suckled softly on his neck.
It had been approximately 24 hours since he had last taken a pill. It didn’t
feel so fucking hot, to be honest. He felt strangely… numb. Like his emotions
were dulled. That, and the incessant feeling he got whenever he needed a
cigarette kept clinging to him.
He would have to get a pill from Cronus soon.
He pulled Kankri closer, his grip shakey.
Kankri stared into space, his breath falling heavy. He squirmed despite
himself.
Dualscar slowly traced his fingers to Kankri’s crotch, cautiously running over
the hot skin of his sheathe. He had convinced Kankri to leave his clothes in
the dining room, silently hoping they got lost. “C’mon… look at me…” He
murmured.
Kankri met his eyes, face impossibly flushed. “M9re…” He whined.
Dualscar gave a soft sigh. He traced his fingers along the folds of Kankri’s
nook, gently stimulating him until his bulge wriggled free.
“You’re so needy, aren’t you?” he cooed, feeling his length finally slither
into the open.
Kankri swallowed thickly, giving a pathetic nod. “P-please… please let me have
it…”
Dualscar felt a soft smile tickle the corners of his lips. “How cute…”
Kankri shivered, biting his lip. He felt his nook begin to throb.
“Are you mine?” Dualscar tried, pulling Kankri closer.
Kankri gave a half laugh, half choke. “Yes, daddy…”
Dualscar chuckled, resting his head in the crook of Kankri’s neck. “God, it’s
nice to hear you say that…”
Kankri stared into space, his body convulsing as soon as Dualscar’s fingers
came in contact with his bulge.
Dualscar hesitated, his eyebrows furrowing.
Kankri laid back on the bed. His breath seemed quickened to the point of
hyperventilation.
Dualscar sat back on his heels, his lip twisting in uncertainty. “Kankri?”
Kankri gave a raspy laugh, covering his face with his hands. “I’m reallly
nothing 6ut a fucking wh9re, aren’t I?”
Dualscar bit his lip, shrugging. “I mean… you say it like it’s a bad thing.”
Kankri parted his fingers to glare at him. He scoffed, trembling as he shook
his head. “Finish that th9ught. I dare y9u.”
Dualscar sighed, bobbing his head as he thought over his next words. “See, it’s
like I was telling your brother, it can be positive! Being a whore can mean a
lot of different things-”
Kankri cut him off with a disturbingly abrupt laugh. He threw his head back,
clutching it, and coughed up a quick series of chuckles. “A wh9re is a wh9re ,
Dualscar. It’s n9t s9me cute fucking pet name, and it is m9st certainly n9t a
c9mpliment.”
Dualscar put his hands up in defence. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. If that’s how you
feel, then no, you’re not a whore.”
Kankri gave a hollow smile, choking out another laugh. His eyes remained void
of light. “Aren’t I though?” He waved his hand in gesture, before looking down
at his naked body.
“You’re not doing it for money or drugs, so no, you’re not a whore,” Dualscar
insisted.
Kankri stared back at him. “N9t f9r m9ney, huh. If I had any, I w9uld already
be g9ne.”
Dualscar felt a pit form in his stomach. He looked down at his lap. “But… you
enjoy it.”
Kankri raised an eyebrow. “In the m9ment. 6ut it’s n9t exactly a lifestyle I
aspire t9, f9rgive me f9r saying.”
Dualscar’s eyes dropped, a strange… sadness setting in him. “Oh.”
Kankri shrugged, running his tongue along his teeth. “Having said that…” He
stared down at Dualscar’s bulge, as it retreated ever so slightly. “We’re n9t
d9ne yet.”
Dualscar leaned back, his brows furrowing as Kankri crawled over him. He’d get
him to like it. He’d get him to like it just as much as he did, if not more.
That’s why he started taking the damn pills in the first place, wasn’t it?
Kankri slowly lowered himself onto Dualscar’s bulge, giving a warm sigh at the
sensation.
Ugh, he was so pretty when he did that shit too. Why couldn’t he just keep on
saying all those sweet things, instead of getting so dramatic.
Kankri began to rock his hips up and down like he had been doing it his whole
life.
Shame. That was this kid’s problem. If only he would just let go and enjoy
himself… but that’s what the drugs were doing, right? Getting rid of that god
awful shame.
Kankri curled up, resting his head on Dualscar’s chest. He took shallow pants,
a thin string of saliva rolling down his chin.
Dualscar pet his hair, swallowing. “Are you ashamed, Kankri?”
Kankri paused, rolling his head up to stare at Dualscar. “C9me again?”
“Are you ashamed of yourself.” Dualscar realized the way he said it made it
sound like he should be.
“M9re than I care t9 descri6e,” Kankri admitted bitterly. He looked away,
continuing with those short, quick, flicks of the hips.
Dualscar grabbed onto his thighs, forcing a more determined pace. “Well stop
thinking like that. Because I plan to make sure you’re spreading those pretty
legs for quite some time.”
Aaaand, that went straight to Kankri’s bulge. He gave a steady exhale through
his nose in attempt to stifle a moan.
Dualscar smiled, reaching up to drag his claw along Kankri’s cheek. “Take that
as an order, if it makes it easier for you.”
Kankri twisted his hips in arousal, nodding his head.
Dualscar hit another spot inside him that sent a hot course of pleasure through
his veins.
“AaaaAAAAAAAAAaaaaahhhHH~” Kankri moaned, his eyes rolling up. A thin sheen of
sweat coated his body, making the skin of his thighs stick to Dualscar’s. It
was strangely intimate.
“Yeah, fuck, just like that…”
Kankri continued issuing a long series of whines and gasps, hoping to satisfy
Dualscar’s whims. As demeaning, and as frustrating sex could be with him… it
was still so... exciting. It was almost worth it.
Dualscar held him close, going eerily quiet, before gasping as he released.
Kankri’s eyes widened at the sensation, lips parting.
Dualscar continued bucking his hips into Kankri, rolling them rhythmically.
Kankri moaned, going limp in his arms.
Eventually, Dualscar pulled out. He threw himself on the bed next to Kankri,
out of breath. His eyes drifted back to Kankri. “C’mere.”
Kankri hesitated, sitting up. “In what way?”
“On my face, you’ve done this before.”
Kankri crawled up until he was straddling Dualscar’s mouth. He gently sank onto
it. He gave a quiet moan as Dualscar began licking into him enthusiastically.
Dualscar had always liked this position. As a seadweller, his body was well
versed in oxygen conservation. He could do this for ten minutes without
breaking. He reached his fingers up and parted the lips of Kankri’s nook,
before sucking gently at the flesh.
Kankri moaned, his hand cautiously going to his bulge. He waited for Dualscar’s
reaction before going any further.
Dualscar gave a slight nod at him. He continued flicking his tongue over the
folds at a quite generous pace.
“Thank y9u, daddy,” Kankri murmured, before beginning to pump his bulge. He
wasn’t going to last long at this rate. He pressed roughly into his tender and
sensitive flesh as he bucked his hips against Dualscar. “Fuck… I’m cl9se…”
Dualscar hummed, speeding up slightly.
Kankri curled up, his fist clutching the sheets beneath him. “Dualscar… fuck~”
He gasped, his legs beginning to shake.
Dualscar pulled him flush against his lips, and plunged his tongue as deep as
it would go.
With that last bit of stimulation he needed, Kankri came. He choked, curling
up, as pathetic little mewls and whines poured from his lips.
Dualscar smirked, not even minding the red that had undoubtedly covered his
cheeks.
After basking in orgasm for a minute or so, Kankri rolled over and collapsed on
the mattress, thoroughly out of breath.
Dualscar wiped his mouth off on the back of his hand, turning onto his side to
stare at Kankri. He gave a soft smile, tracing his fingers down Kankri’s hair.
“Perfect.”
 
 
 
Cronus watched the clock blearily, waiting for the signal that the sun had set.
It should only be a few seconds now. Before it was safe to go outside, that is.
It had always been his signal of when it was socially acceptable to wake other
trolls.
Finally, the symbol turned from sun to moon.
He jumped out of the covers like a child, nearly stirring Eridan from his
sleep. He ran down the hallway towards Karkat’s room. He needed a porno script,
and he needed it fast.
Whatever came out of that kid’s mouth was practically porn on it’s own, so if
anyone could write this thing, it was him.
He pushed open the door, panting. His eyes widened as he registered his
surroundings.
Oh god…
He took a step back, the color draining from his face. He ran back down the
hall towards his father’s room, heartbeat pounding in his ears. “DAD!” He threw
open the door.
Dualscar looked up at him, sighing. “What is it?” he murmured, petting Kankri’s
hair gently.
Cronus shook his head, swallowing. “Dad, fuck, Karkat’s gone! There’s glass
everywhere… god, fuck!” He tried his best to hide the sob in his voice.
Dualscar’s eyebrows furrowed. He jumped to his feet, before slipping into his
boxers and running down the hall to investigate.
Kankri stared at Cronus, blinking. “Karkat’s… g9ne?” He managed to stand,
before stumbling after Dualscar, not bothering to cover himself. He continued
down the hall into his brother’s room, pausing.
Dualscar stared down at the shattered glass, clearly shaken.
Kankri’s lips parted. “Where is he?” He murmured, voice hollow.  
Dualscar turned to look at him, wide eyed, but remained silent.
Kankri’s eyes widened in rage. “ANSWER ME!” He snarled, slamming his hands
against Dualscar’s chest.
Dualscar stumbled back slightly, staring at him. “I’m sorry…”
Cronus emerged, hesitantly approaching Kankri.
Kankri felt his chest tighten, his hands clenching into fists as Cronus put his
arms around him. “Where the fuck is my 6r9ther.”
“The Makaras…” Dualscar said softly.
Kankri stared up at him, his lip curling. “They t99k him?” He stared down at
the floor, his blood beginning to boil. “Where’s my c9mputer.”  
Cronus hesitated. “In the plastic bag by the table.”
Kankri threw Cronus off, before storming downstairs.
Cronus stood back, before looking at his father. The two stared at the floor,
both incredibly quiet.
 
 
CG: P9rrim, y9u slept with Kurl9z, right? At his h9use?
GA: Um… yes? Kanny, where have yo+u been?
CG: What’s his address?
GA: What? Kankri, what’s go+ing o+n?
CG: I am n9t in the m99d f9r a feelings jam right n9w, P9rrim, I have shit that
needs t9 get d9ne.
GA: What shit.
CG: Stealing 6ack my 6r9ther fr9m the mafia, 6ut please, while we’re wasting
time, why d9n’t tell h9w is y9ur week has 6een g9ing?
GA: I do+n’t appreciate the sass, mister. And yo+u need to+ tell me what yo+u
mean by that.
CG: Exactly what I said. The Makaras kidnapped Karkat, and I’m g9ing t9 get him
6ack.
GA: Kankri, yo+u are no+t go+ing there alo+ne, and mo+st certainly no+t
witho+ut an invitatio+n.  Kurlo+z co+uld kill yo+u witho+ut mo+ving a muscle.
I’m so+rry to+ hear abo+ut Karkat, but yo+u wo+n’t be any help to+ him if yo+u
get yo+urself killed! And are yo+u sure this isn’t a misunderstanding? I
tho+ught him and Gamzee were friends, maybe he’s just staying with them?
CG: Just tell me where they live, P9rrim!
GA: No+t until I’m sure yo+u’re no+t go+ing to+ go+ do+ so+mething stupid!
 
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GA: Kankri Vantas!
 
CG: Mituna, can y9u tell me where Kurl9z lives?
TA: 0H, H1 KR4NKR1!!!
CG: Please, tell me where Kurl9z lives.
TA: KUR70Z? P222H, WHY W0U7D Y0U N33D TW0 KN0W 7HA7?
CG: Mituna, I d9n’t have time f9r y9u t9 fuck with me right n9w. S9 can y9u d9
the 9pp9site 9f that? F9r 9nce, in y9ur g9d f9rsaken life, can y9u, Mituna
Capt9r, n9t fuck with me?
TA: ... 1M 20RRY.
CG: Thank y9u f9r y9ur ap9l9gy. N9w please tell me where y9ur m9irail lives. I
assure y9u, it is 9f the utm9st imp9rtance.
TA: 1 7H1NK H3 L1V3S 0N 271NG3R 27R337.
CG: Thank y9u Mituna, that was surprisingly painless.
TA: W41T… N0… 1 L1V3 0N 271NG3R 27R337…
CG: … Jesus Christ, 9kay, s9 then where d9es Kurl9z live?
TA: 3KJ3KJ6LK2J2K3KJL324KL246LK45K 1 D0N77 R3M3M383R!!!! H3 4LW4Y2 P1CK2 M3 UP,
1 D0N7 KN0W 1F 1V3 3V3R DR1V3N T00 H12 H0U2E!!
CG: 9h g9d, y9u’re cleared t9 drive?
TA: N0. >>:(
CG: 9kay, 9kay, thanks f9r trying Mituna, it’s clear y9u made an eff9rt, even
if y9u weren’t all that helpful.
TA: 1M 20RRY.
CG: G99d.
 
Kankri’s hands trembled in frustration. He felt a sob tumble over his lips, as
his hand shot to his mouth to stifle it.
 
CG: What d9 y9u want fr9m me?
TC: :o)
CG: Please… please, just answer me! I’ll d9 what y9u want, I pr9mise. Just tell
me h9w t9 get him 6ack.
TC: :o)
CG: Please…
TC: :o)
CG: Why won’t you just fucking answer me?
TC: :o)
CG: I’ll d9 whatever y9u want, 9kay? I pr9mise, I just need t9 kn9w he’s safe!
TC: OH YOU POOR, NAIVE MOTHERFUCKER. YOUR BROTHER ISN’T SAFE ANYWHERE, NOT WITH
THAT COLOR IN HIS BODY.
CG: I am many things, 6ut I am n9t naive, Kurl9z. S9 tell me what I have t9 d9.
TC: SOMETHING YOU COULDN’T.
CG: Try me.
 
Taciturn_Cardinal has temporarily blocked Complacient_Gascon.
Complacient_Gascon will be able to send messages again in 6:23:59:56.
 
Kankri stared dully at his screen. He slowly stood. He felt… hollow. His eyes
drifted up the stairs, where Cronus and Dualscar stared down at him.
“Wve’re going to get him back,” Cronus managed.
Kankri scoffed, running his tongue over his teeth. “And h9w exactly d9 y9u plan
t9 d9 that?”
The two went silent.
Kankri threw his hand up, tisking. “Useless.”
Dualscar slumped his head, looking to the side. “We’ll figure something out,
okay?”
Kankri scoffed. “Get him back t9 me. I will n9t l9se my 6rother that FUCKING
6l99dline- I will n9t l9se him t9 an alternate versi9n 9f the man wh9 killed my
father!”
The two paused. “We promise.”
***** Chapter 17 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Karkat’s eyelashes fluttered open, his face fixed in a deep scowl. He looked
down at himself, lip curling at the filth he was laying in. He threw his head
back, teeth grit. He felt… shitty. His bones seemed to ache, and he could feel
that… craving beginning to return. His senses seemed to be heightened, every
subtle creak of the house forcing him to flinch. He stumbled out of the sheets
and towards the closet. He pulled on a new shirt and jeans, eyes scanning the
room for the phone. He picked it up, before selecting Ghb’s contact.
After a few rings, the man hung up.
Karkat hung his head bitterly, flipping the phone shut. He glanced around the
room, scoffing in distaste at the slurry covered sheets. Without a second
thought, he departed to find The Grand Highblood. He tried to stay close to the
walls, as if it would make him less noticeable. It seemed that this part of the
house was mostly empty, however. Slowly, he began to relax.
That is, until he heard the unmistakable sound of metal against metal. He
paused, listening again. A… bell? He cautiously followed the sound of the
jingle, and was taken to a door, just the slightest bit ajar, with a skeleton
harshly carved into the wood. He heard someone whisper from inside, followed
with that slight jingle again. He heard the faint sound of quick footsteps,
before taking a step back as Kurloz emerged from the door.
He glared down at Karkat with a dangerous spark in his eye, before slamming the
door shut. ‘STOP MOTHERFUCKING WANDERING. YOU MIGHT FIND SOMETHING YOU WISH YOU
HADN’T.’
Karkat paused. “Um, sorry… I… didn’t mean to intrude.”
‘WELL, KEEP YOUR ACTIONS TO YOUR MEANINGS, BROTHER. KEEP YOUR ACTIONS TO YOUR
MEANINGS.’
“Um… O-okay.” Karkat paused. “Where can I find your dad?”
Kurloz hesitated. ‘DOWN THIS HALL, RIGHT AT THE END, LEFT AT THE SECOND
ENTRANCE, KEEP GOING UNTIL YOU GET TO THE DOOR WITH THE PURPLE SHIT ENGRAVED
INTO IT.’
Karkat nodded his head in thanks as if Kurloz could see him, and continued on
his search.
 
“Fifty units,” Ghb murmured, pushing the money to the center of the table.
Mindfang gave a sly chuckle. “Getting cocky now, are we?”
Ghb smirked. “With good reason, I assure you.”
He was surrounded by a good twenty trolls, all in their best attire, and all
some kind of criminal. They seemed a little nervous.
She rolled her eyes, a wide smile painted on her lips. “8ullshit.”
He shrugged, his grin unwavering. “You say that every time, motherfucker. Every
time.”
“And am I ever wrong?” She smiled, before giving an additional hundred units to
the pot, eyebrows raised.
Why did he still invite that woman to these things. Fucking slave traffickers.
Ghb was about to retort, when the creak of the door opening caught his
attention. His eyes focused on Karkat, ears drawing back.
Karkat met his gaze, before scurrying past the table.
One of the trolls whistled at him, everyone’s interest peaking as they noted
the Capricorn symbols on his clothing.
Karkat flushed, running to Ghb and hiding against his chair.
“What is it?” Ghb cooed, pulling Karkat’s face into his own.
“Ey, Grand, leave some pets for the rest of us!” one of the trolls called.
The others seemed to chuckle in response.
“IT’S YOUR TURN, MOTHERFUCKER!! Keep playing!” Ghb shouted, rolling his eyes.
Another looked Karkat up and down. “At least put a round with the kid on the
betting table…”
Karkat whimpered, hiding his face in Ghb’s chest.
Ghb sneered up at them. “Real funny, motherfucker,” he growled, easing Karkat
onto his lap. “What did you need, motherfucker?” he whispered.
Karkat stared up at him, eyebrows knit. “D… drugs…?”
The trolls laughed again. “Classic…”
Karkat felt his breath go sharp, hiding his face once again.
“Now, now, you’re embarrassing him...” Ghb chuckled, petting Karkat’s hair back
with his thumb.
“Grand, put your cards down!”
Ghb rolled his eyes, tossing his cards to the table with little regard. He had
been bluffing. His attention returned to Karkat. “You really need them, huh?”
He whispered.
Karkat nodded, swallowing harshly.
Ghb nuzzled against his neck and slowly activated his voodoos.
The trolls grinned as Karkat’s eyes went purple, head bobbing to the side.
He felt that high taking over him again as his lips slowly parted. He was
getting horny again... god, fuck-
Ghb tried to minimize the effects to the best of his ability. He was serious
about helping the kid quit… and yet… He continued staring at the trolls around
him, all very, very interested.
“What’s his color?” Mindfang murmured, taking a sip from her glass.
“Mutant red,” Ghb responded, unable to hide the pride in his voice.
Mindfang raised an eyebrow. “You’re kidding me.” She gave him the once over,
recognition finally hitting her. “Holy shit, is that The Signless’s kid?”
Ghb grinned, giving a deep chuckle. “It is indeed… say hello, Karkat.”
Karkat slowly turned his head, eyes glassy. “H-hello, miss…” he slurred, his
hips starting to roll against Ghb.
Her eyes widened in fascination. “How much for twenty minutes?”
Ghb ran his tongue over his teeth, giving a shallow laugh. “He’s not a
prostitute, sister.”
She rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine. Put him on the 8etting table, like Fische
said. Finally, this game will 8e getting a little interesting.”
Ghb glanced down at his cards, before turning to Karkat. “What do you say,
motherfucker?” he purred, rubbing under Karkat’s chin.
Karkat moaned, shuddering. “Please fuck me…”
Mindfang smirked, staring at Ghb expectantly. “Can’t argue with that, now can
you?”
He smiled in return, looking her up and down. “200 for twenty minutes.”
Her chest tightened slightly at the price. “You’re on.” She stared into
Karkat’s glassy eyes. “So? Make your bet, Grand.”
The pot was now a good 150 units. He glanced down at Karkat. “I’ll double the
pot for thirty minutes.”
Mindfang grinned, though there was a slight… tenseness to her posture. She
threw 600 into the pot.
The betting continued for some time, until the moment of truth. In a rush,
everyone betting threw their cards on the table.
Mindfang’s eyes danced wildly around the table, a maniacal grin forming on her
lips at what she saw. Her fingers shook, holding down her full house. “Looks
like I win, 8oys…” she leant into the table, sweeping up her earnings, face
flushed. She stared down at her money, before throwing her head back in a
cackle. Her expression faded as she focused back on Ghb. “Pass the kid.”
Ghb raised his eyebrows, giving a slight chuckle. He eased Karkat on the table,
who crawled over to her, breath hitched.
She began slowly unbuttoning her blouse, her twisted smile sending unease
around the table. “Keep on playing without me, if you want. I think I 8rought
home all I’ll need.”
Ghb stared, gaze shadowed, as Karkat began to slide off his jeans. “The cards
can wait, sister.”
She flashed a smirk at him. “We seem to 8e in agreement.” She pushed the open
dress to the sides, displaying her breasts proudly. She managed to remove her
bulge, giving a soft sigh. She raised a hand to her head, her symbol appearing
on Karkat’s forehead in quick succession.
“Aww, come on, Spin, let him do his thing.”
“His ‘thing’ is going to 8e o8edience, as long as he’s serving me.”
The troll grumbled something, before knocking back his glass.
Karkat felt himself slip to the floor, through no will of his own. The
sensation sent his blood cold in terror.
Ghb returned to his seat, pouring himself a new glass of vodka. Part of him
wanted to intervene. The better part of him knew a deal was a deal.
Karkat opened his mouth, sliding it around Mindfang’s bulge.
Ghb cautiously used his voodoos to gauge Karkat’s emotions. He didn’t like what
he saw. “Mindfang, the kid’s terrified. Let him go.”
Mindfang looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “It’s my thirty minutes, Grand.
I earned this.”
He sneered. “You forget your company. My rules, motherfucker.”
She clicked her tongue, scoffing. “Rules? What, don’t tell me you have a soft
spot.”
“If he were mine, it would be a different story. The kid belongs to Gamzee, and
I’m not gonna have him traumatized.”
She gave a short sigh. “And yet you put him on the gambling table. Your
standards seem inconsistent.”
Ghb rolled his tongue around his teeth. “He’s been in worse situations than
that, motherfucker. But I don’t want him fearing over this, understand?”
She laced a hand in Karkat’s hair, gripping tightly. “Understood.” She pulled
back his head, her psychics dropping.
Karkat gasped for air, shaking.
She pet him softly, smiling. “That wasn’t so 8ad, was it?”
He shuddered, covering his mouth with his hand.
“Well? Keep at it, kid.”
Karkat nodded, a soft whimper escaping him. His fingers shook as he gripped her
thighs, returning his mouth to work.
Mindfang clicked her tongue, glancing to the side. “It’s never as good like
this, he has no idea what he’s doing.”
“Stop bitching,” Ghb muttered, taking a sip from his glass. “Give him a minute
to get back into it, and he’ll do fine.”
She rolled her eyes, allowing herself to relax. “So, how’d you get him?”
“Gamzee brought him home. He was staying with the Amporas, before. They had him
hooked on something- not sure what yet. I’m thinking Fyloprone, though.”
She cackled yet again, a hand going to her hair. “Holy fuck. How is he not
8raindead yet?”
“It was only a week or so, sister. And we’re working on withdrawal right now.”
She raised an eyebrow. “W8… you don’t know what it was, and you just give him
Fyloprone? What if you’re wrong?”
He gave an empty laugh. “Well, consider it drug therapy, then. He went through
some shit over there. His pan was real shaken up.”
She shook her head, giving a slight chuckle. “Is that really it? Or could you
just not wait to have him acting like a drugged up little 8itch for you?”
Karkat took a sharp breath through his nose, eyes screwing shut.
“He’s not the only asset I have for that kind of thing, sister. And again… He’s
something special to Gamzee. I couldn’t hurt him with a clean conscience.”
“Special to Gamzee? He’s special to you too, isn’t he?” She pulled back
Karkat’s head with a slight pop, to stare into his cherry red mouth. “He’s a
mutant. We all know you have a fucking fetish for that kind of thing.”
He stared at her dully. “He can hear you, motherfucker.”
She rolled her eyes. “Uhuh.” She pushed her chair back to lean down in Karkat’s
face, bearing a sick smile as she did so. “You hear that? Yeah, he wants to
keep you as a fuck slave, 8ecause of your freak 8lood-” She was cut off as her
eyes went purple. She sat bolt upright in her chair, her arms falling to her
sides.
Ghb slowly released her, his eyes lightless.
She turned to him, snarling.
A series of low mutters rang around the table.
Ghb smiled dryly, taking another sip of his vodka. “No disrespect, sister. I
just need to make sure your wicked tongue stays behind those teeth of yours, if
you hear me.”
She tisked, flashing her fangs at him. “Try that again, and I’ll cut you.”
He grinned, laughing. “You do that, motherfucker. You do that.”
She frowned slightly, pulling Karkat’s head back between her thighs. After a
few seconds, she groaned. “Ugh, he’s not getting much better at this.”
Ghb rolled his eyes. “Maybe oral isn’t his forte. Try something else.”
She clicked her tongue, sighing. “Alright.” She clapped her hands. “You, on the
table.”
Karkat trembled as he stood, bending face down on the table as directed. “Like
this?” He glanced up at the trolls across from him, before hiding his face just
as quickly.
“Mhmm.” She stood, before sliding into his waiting nook with little discourse.
She gasped when fully inside, bending over as she clutched his shoulders. “Oh,
fuck…”
Ghb smiled, feeling his chest swell with pride. “Nice, isn’t it?”
“How is he this fucking warm?Holy shit…” She managed to collect herself,
standing up straight. She rolled her hips in and out, breath hitched.
“Seriously, have you tried him before?”
Ghb nodded. “I have, sister. Believe me, I know what you mean.”
Karkat moaned, hiding his face in the table as he rose his hips for her. He
could feel his nook clench around her bulge, milking out all the pleasure it
could get.
Mindfang arched her back some, bearing her teeth. “Fuck yeah, you like that?”
Karkat whined in affirmation, a string of saliva rolling down his lips. He
could feel his bulge writhing against the cold surface of the table,
desperately searching for any touch it could find.
Mindfang hummed in approval, her lip curling in a possessive snarl. She began
to thrust her hips more adamantly.
Karkat twitched, his lips opening wide to accommodate the string of desperate
noises that fell from them.
Mindfang swirled her bulge inside him expertly, grinning as he cried out,
absolutely bucking against her. Her nails dug into Karkat’s hips, leaving half-
moons embedded in his skin. As her motions got more and more erratic, Mindfang
getting closer and closer to finishing, his own mutant slurry threated to spill
from his nook.
With a final push, Mindfang buried herself in him completely, crying out as she
came.
Karkat gasped, and after a quick series of keens and whines, he came around
her, red slurry splattering the table.
Mindfang gasped, falling back into her chair.
Ghb smiled at her, peering over the table to better view the slurry leaking
from Karkat’s nook.
She wiped her mouth off on the back of her hand, eyes meeting Ghb’s. “Will he
8e here again?”
Ghb shrugged, eyebrows raising. “I have no way of knowing, sister. Depends how
he feels about it when he’s off the wicked high.”
She rolled her eyes. “So what, you’re letting a slave make the decisions around
here?” She huffed, spreading Karkat’s nook with her thumb, admiring the slight
shade of blue she had turned it.
“Not a slave, sister. A guest.”
She laughed, her false grin slowly shifting to a scowl. “I’m disappointed in
you.”
Ghb tilted his head to the side, eyes narrowing. “Your words mean nothing,
sister. Besides, you’ve got plenty of your own wicked concubines. Don’t go
getting attached to mine.”
She stared back down at Karkat, licking her lips slightly. “I suppose I
shouldn’t.” She chuckled, shaking her head, before draining the rest of her
glass in one go.
Ghb nursed his own in response, eyes still hazy.
Her gaze shifted to the bottle next to his cards. “May I?” Mindfang asked,
holding out her hand.
Ghb paused. “Help yourself.” He passed the bottle.
She took it, unscrewing the cap, before standing on her chair as she filled her
glass. “I would like to pronounce a toast-” she stared down at Karkat,
smirking. “To guilty pleasures, and 8ad decisions!”
The trolls cheered, raising their glasses.
“Here, here,” Ghb slurred, tipping back his own. Guilty pleasures indeed.
 
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Karkat panted, laying limp on the table as the trolls around him said their
goodbyes.
Ghb showed them to the door, stealing glances at Karkat over his shoulder.
He had been ‘won’ by at least five other trolls, saving Ghb thousands.
Ghb might not have had the best cards, but it was clear who came out ahead.
Ghb huffed as he sat in his chair. He stared at Karkat, reaching his hands
forward to stroke his hair. “You need a bucket, motherfucker?”
Karkat nodded, eyes glassy.
Ghb stood, stalking across the room, before kicking open a cabinet. He
retrieved the promised pail, and returned to the table, before placing it on
the floor, making it clatter rhythmically. Ghb slowly eased Karkat onto his
lap, rubbing on his stomach tentatively.
Karkat gasped through grit teeth, throwing his head back as slurry burst from
his nook.
Ghb shooshed him, laying little chaste kisses along his head and neck.
Karkat whimpered as felt his eyes start to water, an unpleasant throb pulsing
through his nook.
Ghb grabbed some napkins from the table and started to wipe him down. He tossed
the paper into the bucket when he was done and helped Karkat stand. “You made
me a lot of money tonight, motherfucker,” he cooed, smiling down at Karkat.
“Thank you, sir,” Karkat hiccuped, wiping his cheeks off on his palms.
Ghb ruffled his hair, smiling softly. “Haha, the pleasure’s all mine. Now, I
wouldn’t want to keep you. Get back to your room and rest.”
Karkat nodded, stumbling as he found his pants and boxers discarded under the
table. His fingers trembled as he pulled them on, lip quivering. He turned
around to glance at Ghb, before departing from the room. Nothing had changed.
The only thing he could be grateful for is that they weren’t making him fuck
his brother-
Karkat froze, his head shooting up in realization. Kankri. Oh god, he was still
with the Amporas. They were still drugging him, weren’t they? He tensed up,
taking a couple steps backwards, eyes impossibly wide. His mind forced him to
remember the events of the past week, him begging for Dualscar and Cronus,
directing Eridan… and pinning Kankri to that chair. He grit his teeth, his
claws digging into his arm at the recollection. Kankri… oh god, Kankri…
He turned his gaze to glare down the hall, his blood boiling… but… he wasn’t as
angry as he wanted to be. It was wrong. God it was wrong… but, his emotions
seemed almost hollow.
As if he were just… something he saw on the news. Happening to someone he had
never even met.
As if it weren’t happening to his own flesh and blood.
To his brother.
He stared at the ground, eyes shadowed.
The image of Kankri tied up and begging for sex found it’s way into his mind.
And to his dismay… he liked it. He felt his hips roll forward, a sick ache
setting in his chest.
He covered his face with his hands, cheeks flushed in rage and humiliation.
“I’m so sorry,” he sobbed. He felt himself begin to stumble blindly through the
halls, yearning for the privacy of his room.
He bumped into corners and cabinets, rushing past anyone he encountered,
covering his face as he did so. He broke into a ran. He sprinted down halls
after halls, just trying to get away, just to be homeagain. In that moment, he
would have paid anything to be back on Alternia. To be laying on that tent
bottom, counting the hours as he waited for his brother to come home. Why had
this happened? Why was this happening to him? What had he done wrong?
He crumbled to his knees in the middle of a random hallway, choking out a sob.
He clutched his face, hyperventilating. If he had been stronger when Cronus
first approached him… he had encouraged him, it was all his fault-
He choked, a pathetic, crying sob.
He shouldn’t be here. Why was he here, why did this keep happening to him? He
wasn’t… desirable. He was just… easy. He wailed, throwing his head back. “I’M
SORRY!”
He chanted the phrase in little barks and whispers until it turned to white
noise in his ears. He hiccuped, shuddering.
He tore at the carpet with his claws, reduced to nothing but a heap of shame
and anger. He clawed, and tore, and bit. He felt blood trickle down his lip. It
felt right.
Time trickled by, his emotions slowly dulling into stillness. He managed to
stand. He felt… empty. He looked around him, realising how unfamiliar his
surroundings were. He had gotten himself lost in all the running. He considered
calling out for help, but the last thing he wanted to see in this place was a
stranger. He stared around him, breath heavy. Slowly, he retraced his steps.
Eventually, he found himself in a room that was at least somewhat recognizable.
The room he had first met Kurloz in.
It was only a door or so away from the lounge…
He managed to drag himself to the entrance.
He took in his surroundings as he stepped inside, eyes catching on Kurloz and
Gamzee sitting at the coffee table. His eyebrows furrowed as he realized Gamzee
was seemingly passed out, cradling a bong in his lap. He cautiously made his
way over to the couches.
Kurloz glanced up at him, a distinct… dullness to his gaze. He pointing at the
seat across from him with his cigarette. ‘SIT.’
Karkat did as asked, struggling to gauge Gamzee’s level of consciousness.
Kurloz glanced at his brother, before looking back to Karkat. ‘YEAH, HE’S OUT
OF IT. PROBABLY GONNA HAVE TO CARRY THE MOTHERFUCKER BACK TO HIS BED…” Kurloz
gave a barely audible sigh, propping his cigarette between his stitches, where
it stuck.
“What was he smoking?” Karkat murmured, unable to hide the concern in his
voice.
‘JUST THE USUAL. DRIED SOPOR. NOTHING YOU SHOULD BE GETTING YOUR WORRY ON
OVER.’ He glanced down at a syringe on the table. ‘HE’S BEEN… SLIPPING INTO
SOME HARDER SHIT LATELY THOUGH. BEEN NEEDING TO CALM HIS NERVES FROM WHAT’S
BEEN UP AND HAPPENING WITH YOU…’
Karkat stared up at Kurloz in disbelief, eyes wide. “Wait, the fuck did he
start taking?”
‘EMONOID. HEARD OF IT?”
Karkat shook his head, inspecting the syringe. “Is it dangerous?”
Kurloz frowned, waving his hand in a ‘so-so’ gesture. ‘HARD TO GAUGE WHAT’S TOO
MUCH… CAN MAKE USERS A LITTLE AGGRESSIVE, BUT HE’S BEEN FARING OKAY SO FAR.
HE’S PROBABLY NOT GONNA OVERDOSE, THOUGH. I CAN TELL WHAT’S GOING ON IN THAT
WICKED BRAIN OF HIS WITH MY PSYCHICS, AND IT’S NOT SHUTTING DOWN OR SHIT. HE…
MIGHT GET ADDICTED THOUGH…” Kurloz sucked on his cigarette some, brows
furrowed, as if this possibility only just came to his mind.
Karkat scowled. “And you’re just letting him take it? What kind of brother are
you?”
Kurloz narrowed his eyes. The scowl he bore strained the strings between his
lips. ‘IF HE WANTS DRUGS, THAT’S HIS MOTHERFUCKING BUSINESS. AS LONG AS HE PAYS
ME, IT’S NOT MY PLACE TO INTERFERE.’
Karkat scoffed. “He paysyou for them? Wait… is that why you give them to him?
For money? Do you care about him at all?”
Kurloz’s ears drew back, his lip curling slightly. ‘NO, NO, IT’S NOT ABOUT THE
MONEY. NOT WITH HIM. LISTEN, MOTHERFUCKER, ECONOMY IS A NATURAL WAY OF SELF
MONITORING. IF HE CAN’T PAY FOR HIS HIGH, THEN HE ISN’T IN A POSITION TO BE
GETTING ONE. AND, CARE ABOUT HIM? OF COURSE I DO. LET ME EXPLAIN SOMETHING TO
YOU, MOTHERFUCKER, OUR FAMILY NEEDS THIS SHIT, ESPECIALLY HIM. HE’S NOT EXACTLY
RIGHT IN THE PAN, IF YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED. AS LONG AS I MONITOR HIM, MAKE SURE
HE’S MOTHERFUCKING SAFE, HE’S FREE TO TREAT WHATEVER’S GOING ON UP THERE, WITH
WHATEVER HE NEEDS. IF HE DIDN’T, BEFORUS WOULD HAVE ONE MORE SERIAL KILLER, AND
ONE LESS GOOD MOTHERFUCKING CITIZEN.’
Karkat crossed his arms, scowling. “I… no. He’s not like that.”
Kurloz tilted his head to the side. ‘WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO SAY WHAT HE IS AND
WHAT HE IS NOT? YOU’VE ONLY EVER KNOWN HIM HIGH, YOU’VE ONLY EVER KNOWN HIM
GOOD.HE IS NOT GOOD ALONE, MOTHERFUCKER.’
Karkat glared down at his feet, clutching his arms.
‘IT’S JUST MEDICINE.’
Karkat’s nose crinkled some. He stared down at Gamzee, an immense wave of pity
hitting him. “I just want what’s best for him.”
‘ME TOO, MOTHERFUCKER. THE DIFFERENCE IS THAT I ACTUALLY KNOWWHAT’S BEST FOR
HIM. JUST… TRUST ME. I KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT. I WAS RAISED ON THIS SHIT.’
Karkat hung his head, scratching the back of his neck. Well… Kurloz certainly
knew more about drugs than he did… He wasn’t exactly in a position to argue.
“I… uhm… okay.”
‘I’M GLAD WE’VE REACHED AN UNDERSTANDING.’ Kurloz smudged out what was left of
his smoke in an ashtray. His eyebrows furrowed as his senses cleared. He stood,
towering over Karkat. He seemed to start sniffing him, eyes wide with concern.
‘IS THAT SLURRY ON YOU?’
Karkat felt his face go red.
Apparently, that was enough of an answer. Kurloz managed a slight growl through
his stitches, covering his eyes with his hands. ‘HOW MANY MOTHERFUCKERS DID HE
LET ON YOU?’
Karkat’s lips opened, but he didn’t know what to say. He had lost track.
‘JESUS…’ Kurloz shot his attention back to Gamzee, eyes widening in
realization. ‘WE NEED TO GET THAT SCENT OFF YOU BEFORE HE WAKES UP.”
Karkat frowned as Kurloz pulled him to his feet. “What do you mean by that?”
‘BATH, MOTHERFUCKER. EVER HEARD OF IT?’ Kurloz gestured for Karkat to follow,
before stalking down an unfamiliar hall.
Karkat trailed after him with slight reluctance.
Soon enough, they arrived in some kind of wash room, with an absolutely
enormous shower and bathtub. Kurloz turned on the three separate taps to the
tub, before discarding his huge jacket to the side. He peeled off what remained
on his torso, slowly collecting a small pile of accessories and clothing.
Karkat’s face slowly grew redder as he recognized Kurloz’s full body skeleton
tattoo.
‘GET UNDRESSED, AND STEP IN THE TUB.’
Karkat nodded, glancing to the side. He removed his sweater, and wiggled out of
his jeans, before stepping in the tub as requested.
Kurloz stared at Karkat’s bright red grubscars intently, freezing as if to
fully admire them.
Karkat shifted, slowly sinking into the tub to hide his body.
Kurloz’s eyes narrowed some. He glanced away, before fixing his thumbs in his
belt loops, pulling down his jeans and boxers.
Karkat turned to the side, swallowing.
Kurloz stepped into the water next to him, his strong grip suddenly around
Karkat’s torso, bringing him closer.
Kurloz pulled him into his lap, reaching for the soap as he did so. He lathered
his hands quickly, pushing his body against Karkat’s. Once his hands were
coated to his satisfaction, he began to brush them oh so softly between
Karkat’s inner thighs.
Karkat held his breath as Kurloz stroked his skin, slowly working off the filth
that had collected on his legs.
‘YOU WANNA DO THE NEXT BIT YOURSELF, OR CAN I?’
Karkat wasn’t quite sure what he meant by that, but he had a guess or two. He
nodded, hiding his face.
‘IF YOU WANT TO GIVE ME PERMISSION, YOU’VE GOT TO SAY IT, MOTHERFUCKER.”
“Uhm, okay?? You can… do… you know.”
‘DO WHAT. IF YOU CAN’T EVEN SAY IT, THEN YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS GETTING YOUR NOOK
TOUCHED.’
“You can… touch my nook??” Karkat tried. He felt Kurloz shrug against him,
apparently satisfied.
Suddenly, those fingers were back between his legs. They slid gently into his
nook, caressing the walls softly.
Karkat swallowed, biting back a moan.
He spread the lips of Karkat’s nook with his fingers in an almost teasing
manner, rubbing them sensually.
He had to be doing that on purpose.
Karkat choked in attempt to stifle a whimper, clutching his fists as he tried
to keep his bulge from unsheathing.
Kurloz seemed to take notice, his stitched lips twisting into a leering grin.
Karkat shuddered, tilting his head back in attempt to catch Kurloz’s eye.
Kurloz sunk deeper into the water, dipping his fingers further into Karkat’s
nook.
This time, Karkat couldn’t help but moan freely, his eyes rolling up some.
Kurloz purred in response, his eyes flickering purple. ‘I CAN UNDERSTAND HIS
OBSESSION WITH YOU…’ He drove his digits inside further yet, a sharp precision
to his actions.
Karkat whined, his back arching. “F-fuck!” He cursed, grinding down on Kurloz.
Kurloz laid little stitched kisses along Karkat’s neck, grinning as he did so.
He searched Karkat’s mind with his voodoos as cautiously as he could, finding
that little part of his brain sparking up with pleasure. He managed to grasp
it, and slowly turned up the intensity.
Karkat gasped, eyes going impossibly wide. His body twisted, giving little
bucks and twitches as his mind was absolutely overrun with pleasure. He felt
his nerves racing, not just in his nook, but his whole body.
It was too much… oh god, oh christ, oh fuck…
Karkat thrashed, whining as his senses were completely overflooded. He couldn’t
even speak, he couldn’t thinklong enough to speak.
‘THAT’S IT…’ Kurloz cooed, still stroking the walls of Karkat’s nook.
Karkat whimpered, his movements becoming near spasmic in nature.
‘DOES A MOTHERFUCKER WANT MY BULGE?’
Karkat shivered, freezing. Suddenly, Kurloz’s grip on his hips felt like
Mindfang’s. His voice in his head felt like hers. Karkat inhaled sharply,
biting down a sob.
Kurloz hesitated. ‘DO YOU?’
Karkat nodded, eyes screwed shut. What would happen if he said no? Kurloz would
probably just… continue anyways. And he might not take too kindly to the
rejection… “Yes… please…” he choked.
Kurloz hesitated yet again. He drummed his fingers on Karkat’s hips, as if in
thought. Cautiously, turned Karkat around to face him, and allowed his indigo
bulge to unsheathe.
Karkat trembled, doing his best to roll is hips in invitation.
Kurloz pulled him up by the shoulders, positioning his nook.
Karkat stared down at Kurloz, his eyes rolling back as felt the tentacle slip
inside him.
Kurloz hummed, rising his hips at a rather unforgiving pace. ‘LET ME KNOW IF
YOU BE FEELING ANY PAIN, AND I’LL UP AND FIX IT, ALRIGHT BROTHER?’
Karkat nodded, his eyes lidding somewhat.
Kurloz’s jaw tightened as he grit his teeth, hissing through his nose. ‘YEAH…
YEAH, FUCK, WHEN I’M THROUGH WITH YOU, ALL HE’LL BE ABLE TO SMELL IS MAKARA-’
Karkat stiffened as a somewhat animalistic growl rose in Kurloz’s throat.
‘IT’LL EVEN OVERPOWER THAT CUTE LITTLE MUTANT WAFT YOU’VE GOT…’
Karkat whimpered, sliding his hips down. That idea seemed to grow more
appealing the more he thought about it.
Kurloz clasped his arms around Karkat once more, snarling against his stitches.
Karkat felt his head bob back, mouth gaping.
Kurloz continued pounding into him, whispering little comments in his mind. ‘SO
WARM AROUND ME…’ ‘IT’S LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER WAS BUILT FOR THIS…’
Karkat slowly began to get more and more into it. He felt his chest swell as
Kurloz began to feed little compliments into his ear.
Telling him how perfect he was, how beautiful he was, how good he was. How much
he had helped Gamzee.
He felt… respected.
He curled against Kurloz, breathing in his scent. He smelt like smoke, herbs,
and expensive cologne.
Kurloz hummed into his ear, the sound reverberating through his stitches.
For a moment, he froze in place, leaning back to stare deep into Karkat’s eyes.
‘CUM.’
And cum he did. In a burst of red, Karkat finished, gasping and shaking.
Kurloz grinned, taking this as an invitation for his own orgasm. He pushed
himself to the edge, his well trimmed nails digging into Karkat’s hips as he
pulled him down onto his bulge. He gave a barely audible moan in the back of
his throat, and suddenly, Karkat felt himself being filled with fluid.
He whimpered, going slack on Kurloz’s chest. He timed his breathing with the
rise and fall of Kurloz’s chest, eyelids falling heavy. “Thank you,” he
managed.
Kurloz grinned, nuzzling his nose into Karkat’s hair. ‘THE PLEASURE’S ALL MINE,
BROTHER.’
Karkat winced some.
Kurloz reached for his jacket, retrieving some kind of cigarette and lighter.
He stared down at Karkat as he lit it, sucking on the tip around his stitches.
‘TRY SOME.’
Karkat’s eyes widened. He shook his head, sinking backwards.
Kurloz rolled his eyes. ‘LISTEN, I DON’T WANT TO FORCE A MOTHERFUCKER… BUT YOU
NEED TO STOP BEING SO SCARED ABOUT DRUGS. THEY ARE WHAT THEY ARE, BUT… THEY’RE
NOT AS BAD AS MOST MOTHERFUCKERS MAKE THEM OUT TO BE.’
Karkat shook his head again. “I… I’m sorry. I can’t.”
Kurloz tilted his head to the side. ‘I THOUGHT MY DAD ALREADY HAD YOU ON
FYLOPRONE. TRUST ME, THIS SHIT FALLS SHY COMPARED TO THAT.’
Karkat clicked his tongue, tilting his head to the side. “What is it? Sopor?”
Kurloz shook his head. ‘RHETOMINE. IF YOU’VE HEARD OF IT THOUGH, IT’S BY IT’S
STREET NAME. CATNIP.’  
Karkat’s ears drew back some. He remembered Kankri coming home with a black eye
one night. He had spent the next hour or so hammering into Karkat that drugs
were just… pure evil. Catnip, was one name he had mentioned. However, he had
focused mostly on one called ‘coal,’ or something. He… never said where the
black eye came from. “I… no, no, I don’t want any.”
Kurloz huffed, blowing out smoke through his nostrils. ‘SOMEONE BE FILLING YOUR
HEAD WITH PROPAGANDA, BROTHER?’
Karkat crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t want any, okay?”
Kurloz stared at him dully. ‘IT ISN’T DANGEROUS, BROTHER.’
“And why should I believe you, huh?” Karkat scowled, sinking into the water.
Kurloz glared at the ceiling, taking a rather generous hit. He reached over to
his jacket, retrieving a knife.
Karkat’s breath went sharp, suddenly terrified.
Kurloz slowly snapped the stitches on his lips, keeping eye contact with Karkat
all the while he did it. He took another hit of his smoke, before crawling over
to Karkat.
Karkat shied away some, eyes going wide as Kurloz grabbed his chin, and kissed
him. He whimpered as Kurloz forced smoke down his throat, trying his best to
pull away. He tasted that herbal scent again, and slowly, his body relaxed. He
felt the anxiety, and the pain, and the regret that had been building up inside
him wash away.  
Kurloz retracted, letting smoke pour over his now open lips.
Karkat coughed, tears prickling his eyes.
Kurloz tilted his head to the side, biting his lip. ‘DON’T BE LOOKING AT ME
LIKE THAT…’
Karkat shook his head, a hand going to cover his mouth.
‘IT’S JUST MEDICINE.’
Chapter End Notes
     WHoooop!! I've been on a writing marathon, man! Thank you people for
     reading, once more!
***** Chapter 19 *****
Karkat followed Kurloz back to the lounge, in generally a much better mood.
Kurloz slumped back into his seat, sighing some. He reached under the table,
sliding out a duffel bag. He opened the zipper, to reveal what must have been
thousands of bills.
Karkat’s eyes widened. “... Holy shit, you just have that lying around?”
Kurloz glanced up at him, rolling his eyes slightly. ‘NOT USUALLY. JUST CAME IN
FROM A GROUP OF MY DEALERS. GONNA COUNT IT UP, PUT IT IN THE SAFE, AND CALL IT
A NIGHT.’
Karkat stared down at it. “Why does your dad even work at the school, if you
can rake that in so easily?”
‘IT’S A HOBBY OF HIS. MOTHERFUCKER LIKES BEING IN CONTROL OF SHIT. PLUS, IT
GIVES SOME GOOD LEVERAGE TO ENEMIES AND ALLIES IF HE’S AROUND THEIR KIDS ALL
THE TIME. ALSO, HE SPENDS HIS ENTIRE SALARY GAMBLING. DOESN’T REALLY ADD THAT
MUCH TO THE ECONOMICAL POOL, IF YOU GET ME. HE SUPPORTS US WELL ENOUGH THOUGH.
RAKES IN THE REAL SHIT THROUGH ASSASSINATIONS, SLAVE TRAFFICKING, RANSOME, AND
HOOKERS. I TOOK OVER THE DRUGS… WHEN I WAS AROUND YOUR AGE, ACTUALLY.’
Karkat felt his face pale some. “Oh.”
Kurloz shrugged. ‘WASN’T THE MOST… EAGER, AT FIRST, BUT I GOT INTO IT.”
Karkat nodded, eyebrows knitting. “Does he plan to make Gamzee take over
something?”
Kurloz glanced down at his brother, sighing. ‘YEAH. HE… WANTS HIM IN CHARGE OF
SEX TRAFFICKING. HASN’T TOLD HIM YET. WANTS HIM TO WARM UP TO THE IDEA OF
PROSTITUTES AND SEX SLAVES FIRST...’ Kurloz paused, returning his attention to
Karkat. ‘WHICH… IS WHY HE MADE ME HELP GAMZEE SAVE YOU.’
Karkat’s gaze shot up to Kurloz. “What?”
Kurloz remained silent.
Karkat took a step back, eyes fixing on the floor. "To be... his sex slave."
His words fell quiet. His expression remained blank, a numbness filling him. 
Kurloz approached Karkat, softly bringing him into a hug.
Karkat accepted it, eyebrows furrowing.
‘GAMZEE LOVES YOU, KARKAT. HE’LL TREAT YOU RIGHT.’
Karkat’s fists curled around the leather of Kurloz’s jacket. He swallowed a
sob, hiding his face in Kurloz’s chest. “I know.”
Kurloz released him, pulling back to flash a smile. ‘THEN CHEER UP,
MOTHERFUCKER.’
Karkat nodded. “Thanks.”
‘YOU READY TO SLEEP, THEN?’
Karkat hesitated. He was tired as all hell, but was starting to have a little
bit of… craving again. The idea of going for another twelve hours without
another hit was enough to make him seriously consider going to find Ghb. He
glanced up at Kurloz. “Hey, um… I don’t suppose you have any… Fyloprone?”
Kurloz stared at Karkat, eyes hazy. ‘I DON’T SUPPOSE YOU HAVE ANY MONEY?’
Karkat gave an uncomfortable laugh. “You’re… fucking joking, right?”
Kurloz glanced Karkat up and down. He… was clearly serious.
Karkat drew his ears back, glancing to the side. “No, I don’t have any money on
me. I’ll owe you?”
Kurloz shook his head, tisking. ‘I DON’T DO LOANS.’
Karkat threw his arms out, exasperated. “Okay, the fuck else can I do?”
Kurloz hesitated. ‘YOU COULD EARN YOUR MONEY.’
Karkat groaned. “Okay, well I’m sorry I don’t have a job, asshole, but-”
‘NO, I MEAN LIKE… RIGHT NOW. LIKE, RIGHT RIGHT NOW.’
Karkat tilted his head to the side. “How?”
Kurloz chuckled some. ‘EVER CONSIDERED PROSTITUTION?’
Karkat tensed, his head shaking. “No, no, FUCK that, I’m not going to let you
sell me off to some stranger for twenty minutes-”
‘WITH ME. NO STRANGERS, JUST WITH ME,’ Kurloz assured him.
Karkat relaxed some. “... Oh.”
‘THE ONLY CATCH IS I GET TO DO WHATEVER I MOTHERFUCKING WANT WITH YOU.’
Karkat hesitated. Well… that’s what everyone else had been doing with him for
the past week. And Kurloz… seemed like a nice enough guy. Relatively, at least.
“I… alright…”
Kurloz glanced down at Gamzee, frowning some. He seemed to activate his voodoos
for a second, as if to make sure he was fully asleep. Content, he removed his
jacket, and placed it over Gamzee. He then turned him to face the back of the
couch. Kurloz turned back to Karkat and grinned, before sitting back in one of
the couches. ‘SO? STRIP.’
Karkat hesitated. He hooked his thumbs in his belt loops, and dragged down his
jeans.
Kurloz stared, his smile broadening.  
Karkat felt his bulge starting to get excited, pushing gently out of his
sheathe. He discarded his boxers, before crossing his legs in attempt to hide
himself.
Kurloz beckoned him forward, easing Karkat to sit face forward on his lap.
Karkat met Kurloz’s eye, shuddering as he felt those cold hands running under
his sweater.
Kurloz pulled it over Karkat’s head, eyes immediately jumping to his grubscars.
He discarded the sweater to the floor, before digging his thumbs into Karkat’s
sides.
Karkat winced, bracing himself on Kurloz’s shoulders.
Kurloz purred in his ear, rubbing those tender little spots harshly.
Karkat could feel his nook starting to drip. He whimpered in Kurloz’s ear, his
hips starting to roll upwards.
Kurloz chuckled in response. He removed one of his gloves and tossed it to the
side. He curled his fingers some, and then began to gently rub at Karkat’s
nook. ‘FEELING GOOD, BROTHER?’
Karkat nodded, eyebrows knit.
Kurloz looked him up and down, his smile widening yet. He worked his way into
Karkat’s mind, gripping that cherry sweet pleasure pulsing through him. Again,
he turned up the intensity.
Karkat moaned, rolling down onto Kurloz’s fingers. He felt his mind start to
numb, but any panic threatening to go off was quickly washed away. His neck
went slack on his shoulders as that dull pleasure filling him grew... sharper.
Kurloz breathed softly against Karkat’s neck, if only to see his hair prickle
at the rush of cold air.
Soon enough, Karkat was completely out of it. He grew high on sexual euphoria,
and utterly incoherent. His eyes began to lid, as he began choking out little
gasps and moans.
Kurloz hummed, slowly beginning to copy Karkat’s pleasure using his voodoos.
Karkat felt a bead of sweat roll down his chest. His lips grew sticky with
saliva as his tongue protruded ever so slightly from his mouth.
Kurloz’s eyes grew glassy as he stared down at Karkat, his ethics growing
clouded with desire. He pressed his lips to Karkat’s neck. He hadn’t gotten a
chance to restitch them. His jaw opened wide as he pressed his teeth against
the boy's throat, a deep growl rising in his throat.
Karkat stiffened, eyebrows knitting in fear and concern.
Kurloz gave a barely audible chuckle, his grip on Karkat’s side tightening. He
slowly retracted his fingers from Karkat’s nook, making sure to keep that
pleasure racing with his psychics.
Karkat felt his head roll back, a whimper rising in his throat.
Kurloz gently slipped Karkat off his lap and into the seat next to him, eyes
focused on the red of his grubscars. He stood, slipping his bulge out of his
pants.
Karkat took sharp breaths, his arms stretching behind his head. A soft laugh
escaped him as Kurloz inspired another jolt of pleasure.
Kurloz took a second to admire him, all slick skin and sparks of red. He put
his hands on Karkat’s shoulders, bracing himself as he slid his hips between
those cherry tinted thighs.
Karkat gasped at the sensation, trilling as his body released a whole new surge
of endorphins.
Kurloz bit his lip, catching his teeth on a knot of scar tissue. He had made
this one of his may restless habits… it was one of the few that didn’t involve
chemicals. His eyes danced across Karkat’s face, inspecting every freckle,
every pore. He paused. ‘HOW DOES A MOTHERFUCKER FEEL ABOUT… SADISM?’
Karkat hesitated, meeting Kurloz’s eye. “You… wanna… hurt me?” he slurred.
The stare Kurloz met him with sent his blood cold.
‘SOMETHING LIKE THAT.’
Karkat winced as Kurloz’s nails dug into his shoulder. “W-why?” he gasped,
gritting his teeth.
Kurloz leaned into the crook of Karkat’s neck. ‘I LIKE TO MAKE MY MOTHERFUCKERS
FEEL… AND I LIKE THEM TO FEEL INTENSE. PAIN… IT’S SO STRONG, BROTHER… CAN
CHANGE A MOTHERFUCKER FOREVER.’
Karkat squirmed, shying away. “I… no, please, fuck, don’t…”
Kurloz just kept that ice cold stare locked on him. ‘SCARED?’
Karkat nodded, his heartbeat starting to pound in his head.
Kurloz felt himself growing aggressive. He bit it down, directing his glare to
the side. ‘GIVE ME A SECOND,’ he requested, reaching into his back pocket to
retrieve another joint, as well as his lighter.
Karkat slumped some as Kurloz pulled out.
Kurloz sank into the seat next to him. He fumbled with his cigarette, unused to
holding it in his mouth without stitches. He managed to light it, sucking down
a good quarter inch of the joint in one puff. He let the smoke pour over his
lips, staring at the ground. ‘SORRY.’
Karkat swallowed. “It’s okay.”
Kurloz started chewing on his lip again, covering his mouth with his fist.
After a good minute or so, he discarded his smoke in the ashtray. He stood with
a huff, returning his attention to Karkat. He twined his fingers around his own
bulge some, returning it to full excitement.
Karkat rolled his shoulders back, legs spreading in anticipation.
Kurloz reached his fingers forward, entangling them in Karkat’s hair. He slowly
returned his bulge to Karkat’s nook, sighing softly as he did so.
Karkat moaned, his head rolling back.
Kurloz leaned forward to nibble on Karkat’s ear some, the gesture more than
welcome.
Karkat shivered, wrapping his arms around Kurloz’s torso.
Kurloz felt his teeth grit, a slight snarl forming on his lips. His fingers dug
into Karkat’s skin, hard enough to bruise.
Karkat arched his back away from the touch, whimpering.
Kurloz hesitated. He relaxed his grip, gently pushing Karkat back. He was used
to being a little… rougher.
Karkat softened, eyes hazy. Somewhat frustrated with himself for slowing
Kurloz’s advances, he curled his fists around the purpleblood’s shirt. “Fuck
me…” He purred in slurred and broken speech.
Kurloz grinned in response. He began to thrust his hips forward and back,
finding a rather generous pace.
Karkat’s head tilted back, exposing his throat fully.
Kurloz’s eyes fixed on it. He continued moving, a short series of bloody
fantasies slipping into his mind. His fingers slowly crept upwards, dragging
gently along the skin of Karkat’s neck. He wanted to bite him. God, he wanted
to see that color…
Karkat hummed at the softness of the touch, his hips bucking up into Kurloz.
Kurloz bit his lip again, eyes going hazy. Just… one cut couldn’t motherfucking
hurt him that bad. He leaned into Karkat’s shoulder, grazing it with his teeth,
as if in warning.
Karkat shuddered some, but didn’t pull back like before.
Kurloz opened his jaw, and in a quick movement, slit Karkat’s skin.
Karkat lurched away, wailing in pain.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
A chorus of spits and curses rang in Kurloz’s mind as he tried to bite down the
panic.
Karkat sobbed, clutching his shoulder as blood spurted from the wound.
Kurloz held Karkat upright, shooshing him, eyes wide in apology. He could fix
this, it’ll be fine, this will be fine. He used his voodoos and gripped onto
the pain flaring up in Karkat’s mind. He began to cut it out to the best of his
ability, and it seemed to work well enough.
Karkat’s pained curses and hisses slowly dulled down.
Kurloz’s eyes went hazy. He… wasn’t going to do this until he and Karkat got
closer… but the kid has been good. He had earned it. He turned that pain back
up, but before Karkat could scream in agony, he replaced it with pleasure.
Karkat’s eyes went impossibly wide. He choked out a moan, eyelids flickering as
he collapsed. He whimpered, shoulder gripping around the wound, now pulsing
with pleasure.
He trembled as he removed his hand from his shoulder. He dragged his claws down
his skin, and, surprise surprise, it felt wonderful. His gaze drifted back up
to Kurloz, trembling in terror. “What the fuck have you done?”
 
Kurloz returned Karkat to his room, carrying Gamzee as they went. He didn’t
telepathize a thing to him.
Karkat clutched his blood soaked sweater, eyes foggy with tears. “Undo it.” He
murmured for the third time.
Kurloz again met him with silence.
Karkat turned to face him, biting down a sob. “Are you even fucking capable?”
Kurloz paused. He stared at the ground, shaking his head some, eyebrows knit.
‘I… DON’T KNOW HOW TO REPLICATE YOUR PAIN, AND, WELL, I KINDA JUST GOT THE
MOTHERFUCK RID OF IT. WOULD NEED TO COPY IT FROM SOMEONE WITH A PAN LIKE YOURS.
LISTEN, I DIDN’T… MOTHERFUCKERS DON’T USUALLY GET ANGRY,’ he managed at last.
Karkat’s arms shook. “You didn’t think… I would be angry?” Karkat took a step
back. “You… you completely fucked up one of the main things keeping me from
fucking KILLING MYSELF, and you didn’t think I would be angry?”He retracted his
bloodied hands from his arms to stare at them.
Kurloz pulled back some. ‘I… IT’S USUALLY SEEN AS A GIFT.’
Karkat scoffed, throwing his arms out in exasperation. “By who?”
‘LISTEN… THERE’S A LOT OF MOTHERFUCKERS OUT THERE WHO LIKE BEING ON THE MORE...
RECEIVING END OF THE SHIT I’M INTO. TURNING MENTAL MASOCHISM TO PHYSICAL
MASOCHISM IS GENERALLY A HUGE MOTHERFUCKIN BONUS.’
Karkat shuddered, his hand going back to his now scabbed over shoulder. “Well,
I’m not one of them.”
Kurloz swallowed. ‘I’LL FIX IT.’
Karkat nodded. “You better.”
Kurloz continued escorting Karkat to his room. As soon as they had arrived,
Karkat began to disappear through the door.
Before he could, Kurloz grabbed him by the chin, stopping him. He gently
dropped Gamzee to the ground, before slowly leaning in for a kiss.
Karkat didn’t pull away, but wasn’t all that eager in his reciprocation.
As their lips met, Kurloz pushed a plastic bag into Karkat’s pocket.
Karkat pulled back after a second, moving his hand to the bag. Two little pills
and a slip of paper. “Thank you,” he murmured. He was actually a little
surprised. Neither of them had even… finished. As far as he was concerned, he
didn’t keep up his end of the deal.
Kurloz smiled. ‘DON’T MENTION IT, MOTHERFUCKER.’
And with that, Karkat pushed the door closed behind him.
 
***** Chapter 20 *****
Gamzee’s eyelids dragged open as he groggily returned from sleep. He turned to
stare out the side of the bed. Everything felt heavy. He sat up with a groan,
managing to collect himself. After getting himself ready, he resolved to find
Karkat. If only to say good morning.
Half asleep, he wandered to Karkat’s room. He knocked on the door, but was met
with silence. Was the motherfucker asleep? Gamzee peeked into the room,
confirming his speculations. He slipped inside, slowly making his way over to
Karkat’s bed. His eyebrows knit slightly. He smelt like…  sex. He figured it
was probably just because the shit his dad was feeding him to fight withdrawal.
He sat on the bed and nuzzled into Karkat’s chest, before being met with
another near nauseating scent. Blood. Gamzee felt his skin prickle, mind racing
for an explanation. He investigated him further, finding the wound. He peeled
up Karkat’s shirt, and much to his surprise, Karkat released a quiet moan in
response. Gamzee hesitated, before continuing, hiking up the sweater to reveal
the wound. Gamzee snarled at what he saw. Bite marks. He continued sniffing
him, skin prickling in frustration as he was unable to identify anything else.
He felt his blood start to boil. “Karkat…” He murmured as gently as he could,
trying to disguise the bite to his voice.
Karkat’s head bobbed some, but he didn’t wake up.
Gamzee shook him by the shoulders softly, rising another moan. Gamzee narrowed
his eyes. “WAKE UP!”
Karkat’s eyes shot open. He lurched upwards, an intense panic to his movements.
Gamzee met his eye, clutching hard onto his arms. “Shh… it’s alright brother.”
Karkat took shallow breaths, calming himself. “What is it?” He asked, eyebrows
knitting in concern.
Gamzee brushed his thumb along Karkat’s wound. “Care to explain that?”
Karkat bit down a moan. “I… uh…”
Gamzee clicked his tongue. “What happened while I was gone,” He demanded.
Karkat stared down at his lap, a wave of shame hitting him. He looked away from
Gamzee, feeling himself choke up.
Gamzee kept his grip tight, placing little kisses on Karkat’s cheeks. “Shh…
just… tell me.”
Karkat’s mouth opened, but he found himself struggling to put any of it to
words. How could he just… say it. “Your… dad…” He started.
Gamzee nodded, eyes wide in concern. “What did he do?” Gamzee asked,
investigating the bite mark. It was…. Far too small for his father’s jaw.
Karkat shivered, curling up as if to hide himself. “I’m sorry…”He murmured.
“For what?” Gamzee asked, tilting up Karkat’s chin.
Karkat remained silent.
“Karkat, what did he do?” Gamzee asked again.
Karkat hid his face, shaking his head.
“Did he… pail you?”
Karkat nodded.
Gamzee felt his hair prickle in rage. “Who bit you?”
Karkat shook his head again.
Gamzee hissed some, his head reeling. “Who?” He asked again, sterner this time.
“Your brother…”He whispered.
Gamzee was on the verge of flipping the fuck out. He swallowed his rage,
pulling Karkat into a hug.
“I’m so sorry…”Karkat choked again, gripping Gamzee’s shirt.
“It’s not you I’m angry at…” Gamzee murmured, teeth grit. He placed another
soft kiss on Karkat’s temple.
Karkat nodded, another soft whimper escaping him.
Gamzee tilted Karkat’s head up, gently kissing his lips. He felt himself start
to calm. “I’ll talk to the motherfuckers… make sure we come to an
understanding,” he muttered, his words cold.
Karkat nodded. His hand moved to his shoulder, gripping the wound.
Gamzee stood without another word, giving Karkat one more kiss goodbye, before
departing. He stalked to his brothers room, throwing the door open.
Kurloz lazily fixed his attention to Gamzee. ‘I TOLD YOU TO KNOCK.’
Gamzee snarled. “You piece of shit, how DARE you!”
Kurloz gave a soft sigh, blowing smoke out his nostrils. ‘SPECIFY.’
Gamzee scowled. “You… you motherfucking USED my matesprit, you son of a cunt!”
Kurloz shrugged. ‘LIKE YOU HAVEN’T HAD YOUR WAY WITH MINE.’
Gamzee rolled his eyes. “Motherfucker, I had your permission. And last I
checked, she wasn’t fighting trauma!”
Kurloz raised his eyebrows, bobbing his head back and forth. ‘DEBATABLE.’
Gamzee scoffed. “You’ll keep your hands off him.”
Kurloz met his eye. ‘OR YOU’LL WHAT.’
Gamzee’s lip curled. “I’ll think of something, I can promise you that.”
Kurloz flicked his lighter absent mindedly. ‘WHAT DID HE TELL YOU.’
“He showed me the bite mark, motherfucker. He motherfucking reeked of blood,
and started crying in my arms. I thought you had more respect for me than TO
FUCK WITH THE TROLL I LOVE!”
Kurloz met his eye. ‘WASN’T ABOUT YOU, GAMZEE. HE NEEDED DRUGS FROM ME, AND
PAID FOR THEM THE ONLY WAY HE COULD.’
Gamzee seemed to go silent at that. “What drug is he on?”
‘FYLOPRONE.’
Gamzee frowned some.
Kurloz rolled his eyes, remembering his brother only really knew stuff by the
street names. ‘BAIT.’
Gamzee’s ears drew back.
‘DAD FIGURED OUT WHAT THE FISH FUCKERS HAD HIM ON. FIGHTING WITHDRAWAL.’
“Yeah, yeah, I know that,” Gamzee murmured, breath hushed. “Motherfucker, did
you have to bite him?”
Kurloz sighed. ‘FORCE OF HABIT.'
Gamzee breathed out a laugh. “No kidding.” He sat next to his brother on the
bed. “Just… motherfucker, promise you won’t do it again?”
Kurloz shrugged once more. ‘AGAIN, BROTHER, HE’S ON BAIT. IT’D BE CRUEL TO DENY
HIM ON THAT KIND OF HIGH.’
Gamzee bit the inside of his cheek, looking away. “I want to stay home, then.
Take care of him myself.”
‘TALK TO DAD ABOUT IT.’
Gamzee nodded. “We’ll be talking, alright. Trust me.”
Kurloz nodded back at him, taking a puff of his cigarette. ‘YOU NEED A HIT
BEFORE YOU GO?’
Gamzee nodded. “I’d appreciate that.”
‘DO YOU HAVE YOUR WALLET WITH YOU?’
Gamzee paused. “I… gave you the last of my cash last night.”
The two remained silent.
Kurloz tossed his smoke into the ashtray beside his bed, rubbing his mouth off
on the back of his hand. ‘YOU KNOW I DON’T MAKE EXCEPTIONS.’
“I know,” Gamzee muttered.
Kurloz huffed, running his fingers through his hair. ‘I’M NOT GOING TO… WE’RE
NOT DOING THAT AGAIN.’
Gamzee flushed some. “Yeah, motherfucker, I know that too!”
Kurloz bit his lip. ‘GREAT, MOTHERFUCK, OKAY. HOW CAN YOU PAY ME THEN?’
Gamzee crossed his arms, shrugging. “I don’t motherfucking know, what do you
want from me?”
The two went quiet.
‘... PERMISSION.’
Gamzee turned to stare up at his brother. “For… Karkat?”
Kurloz nodded.
Gamzee hissed some. “Well, you were gonna do it anyway, weren’t you?”
Kurloz hesitated, before nodding again, wearing an uncomfortable frown.
‘...SOMETHING LIKE THAT.’
“Alright, then why do want permission?”
‘BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO FEEL LIKE I’M HURTING YOU.’
Gamzee felt himself soften slightly.
Kurloz sunk over to him, outstretching a gloved hand. ‘DO WE HAVE A DEAL?’
Gamzee scowled some, gripping Kurloz’s fingers in his own. “Something like
that.”
 
Ghb scribbled on his paper. His tired eyes glanced from his screen to his
notepad as he crossed off names. His eyes shifted to the door as it was thrown
open.
Gamzee stalked inside, his lip fixed in a scowl.
Ghb sighed, leaning back in his chair. “You have something you want to say,
motherfucker?”
Gamzee scoffed, nodding. “Yeah, A FEW THINGS.”
Ghb chuckled, raising his hands. “So. What are you waiting for?”
Gamzee narrowed his eyes. “Keep your motherfucking hands OFF MY MATESPRIT.”
Ghb gave a short sigh. “Gamzee… he’s on fyloprone. I’m not going to drive him
MAD because of your MOTHERFUCKING FEELINGS.”
Gamzee scoffed. “Well then, let me stay home. He’s mine, and I have a right to
take care of him.”
Ghb nodded, raising his hands in surrender. “As you do, motherfucker, as you
do. But no. Whenever I leave you home, you just spend the day high off your
ass. You know you need busy work just as much as I do.”
Gamzee hissed through grit teeth. “Karkat’s more important.”
“Listen, motherfucker, nothing comes before your health. Kurloz told me you
started doing Coal. I’m not one to stop you, but I won’t have my own son turn
into a junkie. You’re going to school.” Ghb leaned over the desk. “But I won’t
fuck him if you don’t want me to. And I’ll pass the message to Kurloz.”
Gamzee shook his head. “Kurloz and I have a deal. He has permission.”
Ghb raised an eyebrow. “So it’s just me you have the problem with, then?”
Gamzee huffed. “I’m not okay with either of you doing it! But… I owed him one.”
Ghb stared at his son dully. “Motherfucker, you owe ME a hundred fold anything
you owe HIM. If that’s how you’re making the jurisdiction, then I have just as
much right as he does.”
Gamzee hissed. “Dad, he started crying this morning. I really think you
motherfuckers are taking a toll on him.”
Ghb clicked his tongue. “I don’t think it was us, motherfucker. The Amporas
fucked him up something wretched.”
Gamzee hesitated, staring to the side. “I doubt you’re helping.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, motherfucker,” Ghb murmured, sucking on his cigar.
“If the only sexuality the motherfucker gets his know on about is through
rapists like them, he might just demonize sex all together.”
Gamzee gave a dry laugh. “Funny of you to call someone a rapist.”
Ghb huffed. “I’ve broken motherfuckers before, but this one’s yours. I want him
in his right motherfucking head when he’s serving you- and I want him to like
doing it. What I said still motherfucking stands, those motherfuckers are
rapists.”
Gamzee shrugged some, pausing. “Well… can’t argue with you there.”
Ghb nodded. “Listen, Gamzee. He might be out of his head when he’s on the
drugs, but at least he was sober when he agreed to take them. He still agreed
to this.”
Gamzee nodded, picking at his fingernails. “I… I know.” He sighed. “Just…
promise you’ll be nice to him?”
Ghb smiled. “Of course, motherfucker. Of course.” He glanced at the door. “Why
don’t you say goodbye to him before you head off to school?”
Gamzee nodded, standing. “Okay. I love you, dad.”
Ghb gave a soft chuckle, smiling. “Love you too.”
 
Gamzee returned to Karkat’s room, swallowing. He pushed the door shut behind
him.
Karkat didn’t look up at him as he came in. Instead, he stared intently at a
small plastic bag in his hands.
Gamzee peered down at it, seeing the two small pills inside. “Karkat?”
Karkat blinked, seeming to return to reality for a second. “Hi.”
Gamzee sat down next to him on the bed. “Craving getting to you, brother?”
Karkat nodded, eyebrows furrowing.
Gamzee thought he might start crying again. “Hey… shhh, shhh,” Gamzee pulled
him into a hug, placing soft kisses along Karkat’s cheeks. “It’s okay… it’s
okay.”
Karkat nodded, his hands curling into fists.
“Just… take some. It’ll make you feel better.”
Karkat seemed to curl up. He didn’t want to be a whore again. He didn’t want to
act like that again.
Gamzee shooshed him some more. “Brother… there’s no shame.”
Karkat choked out a laugh. “Bullshit.”
Gamzee frowned, softly rubbing Karkat’s cheeks. “Karkat, I know what it’s like,
okay? Don’t… hurt yourself. It’s not worth it. Listen, I’ll be here for you… I
promise. I’ll be gentle. I’ll be careful.”
Karkat’s fingers shook as he ripped open the bag. He fumbled as he broke a pill
in half, before placing it on his tongue and swallowing.
Gamzee just kept hugging him, laying little kisses across his face.
Slowly, Karkat’s expression dulled to a lazy smile.
Gamzee felt himself sigh as Karkat began to roll his hips against his thigh. He
traced his knuckles down Karkat’s face, before bringing their lips together.
Karkat moaned against him, his fingers slowly lacing in Gamzee’s hair.
“I love you…” Gamzee murmured, his heart swelling at the affection.
Karkat slurred something like “You too,” before continuing. He traced his hands
down Gamzee’s sides, before pushing them under his shirt.
Gamzee felt his head roll back at the touch. He wrapped his arms around Karkat,
sighing softly. He could feel his bulge getting a little excited. He pushed
their lips together, gently sucking at the softness of Karkat’s mouth.
Karkat’s fingers shook as he clutched Gamzee’s pants, struggling to push them
down.
Gamzee chuckled against Karkat’s lips, smiling. He wiggled out of his
sweatpants with little struggle, kicking them to the side.
Karkat bit his lip, shivering.
Gamzee chuckled at him. His smile slowly faded as Karkat’s teeth began to draw
blood.
His teeth dug into his own flesh, a stream of cherry red blood beginning to
pour down his lip.
“Karkat!” Gamzee shouted, pushing him.
Karkat moaned, continuing to tear at his lip.
Gamzee tackled Karkat to the bed, digging his fingers into either side of
Karkat’s cheeks, forcing his jaw to open. He stared, wide eyed, as Karkat
sputtered.
“M-more…” Karkat whined.
Gamzee’s skin prickled, adrenaline beginning to pump through his veins. What
the fuck was that? His ears drew back yet as he realized Karkat had began
rutting his shoulder against Gamzee’s chest, no doubt inflaming the wound.
“Stop that!” He pulled away from Karkat, thoroughly terrified.
Karkat shivered, bloodied lips parting.
Gamzee put his hands to his hair, trying to calm himself. Was it the drugs? His
heartbeat pounded in his head, preventing him from thinking. “Don’t… touch it.”
Karkat whined some. “But… I…”
“Don’t!” Gamzee shouted, pulling Karkat’s hands away from the wound.
Jesus… oh god, what the fuck?
Gamzee shivered, looking to the side. He wasn’t exactly in the mood anymore,
but there was no way in hell he was leaving Karkat alone in this state. He
pulled Karkat to his chest, gripping him like the world depended on it.
Karkat pursed his lips against the wound, moaning at the sensation.
Gamzee held his breath. “Karkat, please, stop…” he pleaded.
Karkat hesitated. “I… It feels… good…” he managed.
Gamzee’s shoulders tensed. Right, right, fuck, the drugs. Karkat would be
chasing pleasure with every bit of willpower he had. Maybe if he distracted
him…? “You want me to touch you, motherfucker?” Gamzee asked, trying to hide
the edge to his voice.
Karkat nodded, whimpering.
Gamzee bowed his head, sighing. “Take off your pants.”
Karkat sighed, bobbing his head. He wiggled out of his jeans and boxers, before
sitting up. He began rolling his hips against Gamzee’s sheathe.
Gamzee took a moment to appreciate the slick heat of Karkat’s bulge against his
stomach. He snapped out of it, and pushed Karkat back down onto the bed. He
dipped his head between Karkat’s thighs, and began licking. Sucking. Lapping.
Karkat moaned, his hips rising up into Gamzee’s mouth.
Gamzee strained his eyes to keep them fixed on Karkat’s face, making sure he
was leaving his lip and wound alone. To his relief, the distraction seemed to
be working.
Karkat took heavy breaths, his chest rising and falling to a quick rhythm.
“Fuck me, fuck me…” he began to chant, hands curling into fists around the
sheets.
Gamzee’s grip on his thighs tightened. He began to lap mercilessly at Karkat’s
nook, breathing in his scent as he did.
Karkat shivered, his legs parting as if in invitation. His fingers twined
around Gamzee’s horns, rubbing them softly.
Gamzee was just relieved Karkat’s hands seemed occupied. He turned his mouth to
softly suckle on the lips of Karkat’s nook.
“Gamzee-!” Karkat gasped, his hips rising once more. “Oh god, oh god-” And just
like that, he came.
Gamzee winced slightly as red spurted across his face. He pulled back, sighing.
He stared down at Karkat, who lay there, breathless.
After a minute or so, Karkat seemed to gather himself. He crawled over to
Gamzee, pressing his face towards Gamzee’s sheath.
“Karkat, no.” Gamzee pushed Karkat’s head back.
Karkat whimpered, rolling his hips down onto the bed.
Gamzee stared at him, stone faced.
Karkat looked to the side, beginning to chew on his lip again.
“MOTHERFUCKER, I TOLD YOU TO STOP THAT!”
Karkat winced, shying away from Gamzee.
He calmed himself slowly. How long was this pill gonna motherfucking last? He
growled harshly, staring to the side. He reached for his pants, before finding
one of the joints Kurloz had given him in the back pocket. He retrieved his
lighter, before placing the cigarette in between Karkat’s lips.
Karkat held it there obediently, eyes glazed as Gamzee lit it.
“Suck on it,” Gamzee ordered.
Karkat nodded, holding the joint and doing as instructed. He had to pull away,
sputtering around the smoke. After taking a second to breathe, he returned to
it. It wasn’t long before he started feeling… tired.
Gamzee led him to lay down on the mattress, draping blankets over him. He
planted little kisses along Karkat’s forehead, taking the joint from him as he
began to drift off. He placed it between his own lips, eyebrows furrowing as he
tasted blood. He ran his knuckles down Karkat’s face once more. “I love you.”
He closed the door behind him.
 
Gamzee zoned out, the dull thud of wheels against asphalt fading into white
noise. The motherfuckers around him were starting to piss him off- laughing,
gossiping, yelling… like they didn’t have a motherfucking care in the world.
His eyes slowly narrowed, the noise building up in his mind until they morphed
to an angry clammer. “JUST SHUT UP!” He snarled, whipping his head around.
The bus slowly quieted.
His eyes softened at the looks of fear and concern being thrown his way. He
shook his head some, sinking back into his seat.
“And 2tay quiiet.”
Gamzee glanced to the seat across from him.
There sat Sollux, the bags under his eyes darker than usual. He had his arms
crossed over his chest, everything about him seeming… hollow.
“Hey, motherfucker,” Gamzee murmured. “You okay?”
Sollux glanced up at Gamzee. “Ii could a2k you the 2ame 2hiing.”
Gamzee took a short sigh. “Not exactly,” he responded, a bitter twinge to his
words.
Sollux frowned, seeming to size Gamzee up.
And… dad says gam wwants to kill me??
Sollux turned his full attention on Gamzee. “Yeah, iit ha2n’t been a great
week,” he muttered. He leaned in closer. “Do you know what’2 been goiing on
wiith kk?”
Gamzee’s eyes shot up to Sollux’s.
“Yeah, I know a thing or two.” Gamzee tilted his head to the side. “And
yourself?”
Sollux shrugged. “Not enough. But ii know he’2 been fuckiing out of control
lately.”
Gamzee threw his head back, giving a low chuckle. “Wasn’t his fault, brother.
The Amporas had him hooked on some wicked strong lust-drug.”
Sollux turned his attention to stare at the ground. “Lust-drug?”
Gamzee sneered. “It making sense to you yet?”
Sollux shifted back into his seat, brows furrowed. He felt a deep… anger
boiling in his gut. Yes it made sense. And he felt like a fucking idiot for not
putting it together sooner.  “That… 2on of a biitch…” Sollux hissed through
grit teeth, feeling his skin prickle.
“Agreed, brother.” Gamzee responded, cupping his hands. “Don’t worry, though.
Karkat’s safe with me now.”
Sollux felt himself tense.
Did Gamzee hurt Eridan?
Sollux turned to stare at Gamzee, who met him with a dangerous glare. He
quickly returned his attention back to the wall. “Ii want two meet wiith hiim.”
Gamzee hesitated. “He’s not… totally recovered, brother,” Gamzee murmured,
meeting Sollux’s eye.
Sollux swallowed. “And what does that mean?”
Gamzee sighed, staring at his feet. “They reduced him to a motherfucking
addict. We’re helping him, we’re trying… but if we take him off the drugs now,
it’ll be torture for him.”
Sollux narrowed his eyes. “ii 2ee.” His nose crinkled in anger. “How long do
you giive iit? Untiil he’2 off?”
Gamzee shrugged. “I don’t motherfucking know. My dad and brother are the ones
treating him.” He rolled his shoulders. “Though… he’s not constantly high,
brother. I could arrange a sober time for you to talk to him.”
Sollux nodded. “Ii would appreciate that.”
The two went silent, left only with the sound of the bus bumping along the
road.
 
Ghb sighed at the sound of another knock on the door.
“Package.”
“Come in,” Ghb mumbled. “You go through it?” he asked as one of his
subjuggulators carried a small box into the room.
They nodded, placing the package onto the desk. “Of course, sir.”
Ghb reached inside, finding that little vial of Karkat’s blood, the color
dulled with age. His eyebrows raised as he read the paper attached to it.
 
Ey, Grand, so. Yeah, the blood was negative. Okay, well, there were traces of
Terekin and Sopor, but I figure that wasn’t what you were looking for. His
hormones were going nuts, but aside from that, nada. Hope this was helpful.-
Fische.
 
The paper crinkled in Ghb’s fingers as he clutched it. He sighed, casually
tossing the paper into a waste basket. Blessing in disguise. His actions were a
blessing in disguise.
***** Chapter 21 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Karkat hissed through grit teeth as he woke. His brows furrowed in confusion as
he felt… pleasure, pulsing through his lip. He touched what felt like a scab,
and the feeling seemed to grow more intense. He tensed, hand shooting away from
the wound as realization hit him. He stood, stumbling towards his bathroom. He
stared at himself in the mirror, cursing. He looked fucking terrible. Oh fuck…
He grimaced, flexing his lip some.
Another wave of pleasure shot through his nerves.
He shuddered, retreating back into the bedroom. He collected his clothes off
the floor and dressed himself, eyes wide. His gaze drifted to the bed, where
that little bag of pills lay. He hesitated, before feeling compelled to pick it
up.
The sight of it almost made his blood ache in craving.
He clutched the bag, swallowing. He glanced behind him, rocking on his heels
some. He didn’t… fuck, fuck, fuck, he was going to fucking regret this.
Oh, fuck it.
He pinched the half pill into his palm, and in a rush, swallowed it.
After a minute or so, he felt himself relax.
He sat on the bed, eyelids fluttering. He rolled onto his back, humming some,
as a soft high took over him. A hand went to his crotch as he let out the
breath he was holding.
He wanted sex.
He managed to stand, wandering into the hall, lips parted. He began to drift
down it, trying to remember his way to Kurloz’s room. Eventually, his eyes
caught on that skeleton-carved door. He pushed it open, eyes hazy.
Kurloz turned to stare up at him, eyebrows furrowing. ‘WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR
LIP?’
Karkat continued inside, whimpering slightly.
Kurloz stood to meet him, catching him as he stumbled towards the bed.
“Fuck… me…” Karkat whimpered, clutching his arms.
Kurloz said nothing, only seating Karkat on the bed. He then left for his
closet, before coming back with a small tube of disinfectant. He held Karkat’s
head still with one hand, carefully squeezing some of the paste onto the wound
with the other. He dabbed at it with his index finger, eyebrows knit in
concern.
Karkat began bouncing his hips against the bed, eyes watering.
Kurloz huffed, rolling up Karkat’s shirt to inspect the bite mark. It seemed to
have scabbed over well enough, but he decided to apply some more disinfectant
for good measure.
Karkat moaned as Kurloz’s touch traced the wound, his back arching.
Kurloz planted a finger to his stitched lips, gently stroking Karkat’s cheek.
“Please, please…” Karkat whimpered, tugging weakly at Kurloz’s sleeves.
Kurloz brushed a couple strands of hair out of Karkat’s face, staring into his
eyes. He pushed Karkat to the bed and crawled on top of him. He curled his arms
around Karkat’s chest, merely holding him. Taking in his heat, his scent.
Karkat swallowed, eyes rolling up.
Kurloz stared him down, thumb softly tracing Karkat’s torn lip. ‘BROTHER… ARE
YOU GONNA HATE ME IF I CONTINUE?’
Karkat paused, eyes struggling to focus. He shook his head, still clinging to
Kurloz’s clothes like a lifeline.
Kurloz just continued grazing Karkat’s skin with his fingers, as if undecided.
‘I’LL HOLD YOU TO THAT.’ And with that, he dug his fingertips into Karkat’s
shoulder, earning a howl of pleasure.  
Karkat gasped, beginning to tremble at the sensation.
Kurloz forced Karkat’s head up by the hair, sending more delightful sparks
through his scalp. He leaned down, pressing his stitched lips against Karkat’s.
Karkat moaned louder yet, eyes going glassy.
Kurloz chuckled against Karkat’s mouth, smirking. He felt his grip grow
tighter, hard enough to bruise.
Karkat leaned into it, short of breath. He began chewing on his lip again.
Kurloz glanced up at him, eyes narrowing. He took a moment to go into Karkat’s
head, and easily cut off his mobility. ‘NONE OF THAT.’
Karkat went limp under him, unable to so much as twitch. He felt himself start
to panic.
Kurloz stared down at him, feeding his terror.
Karkat felt his eyes start to water, and after what must have been the most
painstaking minute of his life, Kurloz released him.
Karkat gasped, eyes going wide.
‘HURT YOURSELF AGAIN. I MOTHERFUCKING DARE YOU.’
Karkat trembled, nodding weakly. “I’m… sorry…” he managed.
‘GOOD.’ Kurloz began to fiddle with Karkat’s fly, pushing his pants and boxers
down to the floor.
Karkat threw his head back, legs spreading.
Kurloz hummed, pushing Karkat’s sweater over his head.
Karkat chirred some, allowing his eyes to close.
Kurloz leaned back, peeling off his gloves. He placed them on his bedside
table, before returning his attention to Karkat. He breathed a chuckle, raking
his nails down Karkat’s sides. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to
leave scrapes down his skin.
Karkat moaned, his bulge flicking across his stomach.
Kurloz stared down at him, eyes wide. With feather light touches, he eased
Karkat’s legs apart.
Karkat took a deep breath, his nook pulsing in anticipation.
Kurloz lead his fingers to Karkat’s entrance, before pushing them in with
maddeningly soft touch.
Karkat felt his blood start to heat in frustration as Kurloz continued just
barely grazing the walls of his nook, as if out of experimentation.
Kurloz chuckled slightly, brushing his free hand along Karkat’s stomach. He
rested his fingers on one of Karkat’s grubscars, and pinched.
Karkat’s eyes light up in pleasure, another moan tumbling from his mouth.
Kurloz leaned forward to rest his head on Karkat’s chest, breathing out a
laugh. He used his psychics to enter Karkat’s mind once more. He played around
with his nervous system some, seeing what he could flick to make Karkat’s limps
twitch and wrythe.
Karkat’s eyes went wide as his body convulsed. He choked, his blood running
cold at the sensation.
Kurloz stared back at him, huffing some. He let Karkat’s body fall limp on the
bed. ‘JUST GETTING A FEEL FOR IT, MOTHERFUCKER.’
Karkat remained silent, giving Kurloz the once over. He nodded slowly,
squirming some.
Kurloz glanced to the side before reaching his hand down to unzip his fly.
Karkat’s vision blurred as Kurloz pulled his indigo bulge out of his pants, an
incoherent whine falling from his lips at the sight.
Kurloz smiled softly, finally bringing his hips to Karkat’s.
Karkat moaned as Kurloz slipped inside him. He felt his fists begin to shake as
he clutched the sheets.
Kurloz rocked back and forth, giving heavy breaths through his stitches.
Within seconds, Karkat felt his bulge going stiff. He moaned, raising his hips
into Kurloz as he came. “AAaaaaaAaaaaaahhhhhh~”
Kurloz paused, giving a soft sigh as he realized Karkat had soiled his jeans.
He brushed it off, meeting a quicker pace. He would never get tired of that
fucking heat around him… gripping him. Kurloz dug his nails into Karkat’s
shoulders, making his bulge release another short spurt of material.
Karkat whined, eyes wide.
‘CAN I?’
Karkat hesitated. “W-what?”
‘CAN I CUM, MOTHERFUCKER.’
Karkat nodded, rolling his hips against Kurloz. “Yes, yes, fuck, please~”
Kurloz smiled, resting his cheek against Karkat’s chest. ‘MUCH APPRECIATED.’ He
took a second to listen to his heartbeat, before sitting up, and absolutely
slamming in and out of Karkat’s nook.
Karkat gave a loud keen, his toes curling.
Kurloz rested his torso on Karkat’s chest, staring up at him. He gave a short
peck to his jawline, unable to help the goofy smile that crept onto his lips as
he finished.
 
Kurloz took a drag from his cigarette, staring down at Karkat as he slowly
recovered from his high.
Karkat ran his tongue over his torn lip, eyebrows knit.
Kurloz sighed some, biting the inside of his cheek. ‘THERE’S SOMEONE I WANT YOU
TO MEET.’
Karkat weakly managed to sit, frowning. “W-who?” He managed, a slight stutter
to his voice.
Kurloz wrapped his arms around Karkat’s torso, hoisting him up. ‘I’LL SHOW
YOU.’ He began to carry him, leading him down stairwell after stairwell, until
Karkat was certain they were well underground.
It smelt like death.
Karkat stared around him into the blood spattered cells, skin crawling at the
sheer array of colors left on the walls to dry. His hands clutched around
Kurloz’s shirt, unable to look away from the gore.
Kurloz continued carrying him, before dropping Karkat on the floor. He slid a
cell door open.
Karkat stared, eyes going impossibly wide at what he saw.
A woman lay on a bed, naked and chained, her hair hanging down and obscuring
her face. He noticed a little bell hanging from her neck.
Kurloz strolled over to her, far too casually.
Her head shot up as Kurloz ran his knuckles down her cheek.
She started purring, rubbing against him.
Karkat stared, his blood running cold in realization. Oh fuck… oh fuck…
Chapter End Notes
     Yep, short ass chapter, but don't worry, Amporas are coming next. And
     you know. Suspense and stuff. Welp. Haha. I'm tired.
***** Chapter 22 *****
Kankri felt his gaze start to go foggy as he stared at the TV screen. He peered
at Cronus out of the corner of his eye, taking in the coolness of his chest as
they cuddled.
Cronus glanced down at him, kissing his forehead softly.
Kankri huffed, the noise of the movie fading to static in his ears. “Where’s
the rem9te.”
Cronus reached across the couch, snagging it. He handed it to Kankri, who
promptly paused the TV.
Kankri rested his hands in his lap, taking a minute to savor the silence.
Cronus laced his fingers together, staring to the side. “You wvanna talk?”
Kankri shook his head. “It’s n9t g9ing t9 be the same, Cr9nus. I d9n’t kn9w why
y9u wanted t9 d9 this.”
Cronus hesitated, running his fingers through his hair. “I… I knowv you needed
a distraction.”   
Kankri tossed the remote onto the coffee table, huffing. “D9 y9u have a plan
yet?”
Cronus put his fist to his mouth, head shaking.
Kankri scoffed, turning away.
Cronus glanced up at him, any words seeming to catch in his throat. “I wvant
him back too, you knowv.”
Kankri felt his shoulders tense. “D9n’t… even… try t9 pretend y9u kn9w what I’m
g9ing thr9ugh.” He glared down at Cronus, who turned his gaze to stare at the
floor.
“I’m… I’m sorry.”
Kankri rolled his eyes.
Cronus swallowed. “I’m sorry,” he murmured again. He stood, hands buried in his
pockets. “I’ll leavwe you alone.”
Kankri stared at him as he began to retreat. “Get 6ack here.”
Cronus hesitated, staring down at Kankri over his shoulder.
Kankri gestured to the movie. “I kn9w the ending is y9ur fav9rite.”
Cronus gave a soft smile, glancing to the floor. He slowly rejoined Kankri on
the couch. “I… I lovwe you.”
Kankri remained silent.
 
Eridan stared at his lap, fists shaking.
Dualscar placed some hot chocolate on the table in-front of him, taking his
seat with a huff.
Eridan didn’t look up.
Dualscar tapped his rings on his mug. “Danny… I know it doesn’t… seem like it
right now, but we’re going to get through this. I promise you.”
Eridan shook his head, trying to choke down the lump in his throat.
Dualscar sat back in his chair, tracing his fingers down the scars on his face.
“I promise.”
“Howw can you say that?”Eridan managed, eyebrows furrowed.
Dualscar pursed his lips some, eyes drifting to the table. “Because you’re
strong.”
Eridan breathed out a laugh, shaking his head. “No. I’m… not.”
Dualscar rolled his shoulders as he stood. “Well, this might change that.” He
ruffled his son’s hair some, before planting a kiss between his horns. He dug
his hands into his pockets as he strolled up the stairs.
 
Cronus kissed Kankri’s neck softly, ignoring the credits that rolled by them.
Kankri tilted his head back, leaving Cronus plenty of access.
Cronus smiled, taking a moment to simply rest his head against Kankri’s chest.
The two were shook from their embrace as a harsh knock rang on the door.
“I got it.” Cronus twisted off the couch, stumbling over to the door.
Dualscar met Cronus’s eye as he opened it. “A word?”
Cronus glanced down at Kankri, who seemed to be drifting asleep. “Yeah, yeah,
wvhat is it?” He slid the door shut behind him.
Dualscar began strolling down the hall, gesturing for Cronus to follow him. “I
need a pill.”
Cronus’s eyebrows furrowed. “Dad, I thought wve agreed-”
“No more drugged sex, I know. I just… fuck, I just need one, okay?” Dualscar
tried to hide the edge of desperation in his tone.
Cronus looked his father up and down, lip curling in confusion. “Wvait, for
wvhat?”
Dualscar took a deep breath through his teeth, pulling his hair back. “Have you
noticed anything off lately? Emotionally?”
Cronus shrugged, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, my matesprite’s kid brother just got
taken, not gonna be in the best spirits-”
“No, like…” Dualscar took a step back, huffing. “Something’s wrong.”
Cronus frowned some, looking his father up and down, noting a sharp…
desperation to his posture. His hand went to his back pocket, where that pill
bottle stuck firmly.
Dualscar’s eyes shot to the bottle, his shoulders tensing. He met his son’s
eye. “Cronus. Give me the bottle.”
Cronus shook his head, taking a couple steps away and down the hall.
“Cronus,” Dualscar tried, sterner this time. “Give… me… the bottle.”
Cronus made a run for it.
Dualscar cursed, sprinting after him.
Cronus took a sharp turn into a guest room, leaping into the bathroom and
slamming the door shut behind him. His fingers fumbled as he locked it. He felt
the weight of his father’s body slam against it, but the door held tight.
“CRONUS!”
Cronus remained silent, his hand trembling as he took out the pill bottle. His
eyes drifted to the toilet. He screwed open the lid, hesitating. He silently
slid a couple pills into his palm, before pushing open the sink cabinet with
his foot. He placed them in the far back, eyebrows furrowed. He closed it,
standing, and dumped the rest in the toilet. Then he flushed.
Dualscar went silent on the other side of the door.
The bedroom was quiet for a minute or so.
“Cronus. Open the door.”
Cronus hesitated, hearing the twinge of rage to his father’s voice. He
cautiously dropped his fingers to the knob, unlocking it softly.
Dualscar opened the door slowly, his actions incredibly stiff. His eyes drifted
to the empty pill bottle in his son’s fist. He held his breath as he stared up
at Cronus. “What... have... you... done.”
Cronus’s eyebrows furrowed some.
Dualscar carefully took the empty bottle from his son’s hand. He held it,
before stuffing it into his back pocket. He shot one last glare at his son,
before turning his back on him and leaving to his room.
Cronus stared after him, breath held. He willed the pounding in his head to
slow to a quiet pulse. He retraced his steps back to the tv room, pushing
inside.
Kankri slept, curled up on the couch.
Cronus’s heart softened when he saw him. He sat down next to him, gently
resting his head on Kankri’s side.
Kankri’s eyelashes fluttered open some, but his body remained relaxed. His hand
drifted to Cronus’s hair, gently twining in it. “I heard yelling…” he murmured.
Cronus’s lip flinched some. “Don’t wvorry about it.”
Kankri ran his knuckles down Cronus’s neck. “Y9u kn9w I’m g9ing t9 anyway.”
Cronus nodded some, wrapping his arms around Kankri’s waist. “I knowv. Just…
wvish you wvouldn’t. It’s not wvorth your energy.”
Kankri gave a soft laugh. “And what is w9rth it, then?”
Cronus smiled back at him, eyes darting from freckle to freckle. “I could think
of a fewv things…”
Kankri ran his fingers along the hem of Cronus’s shirt. “D9 y9u wanna… pail?”
Cronus hesitated, drifting his fingers down Kankri’s sweater. “Do you?”
Kankri shrugged some. “May6e if I reward y9u f9r trying t9 have a semi-
functi9nal relati9nship with me, it will 6ec9me a m9re c9mm9n 9ccurance.”
Cronus breathed a chuckle into Kankri’s chest. “If that’s the case, I wvill try
my damndest.” Cronus crawled over Kankri, bracing his arms on either side of
his head.
Kankri let his lips part, curling his fists around Cronus’s t-shirt. “Y9ur
m9ve.”
Cronus smirked, taking a second just to stare down at Kankri’s face. He leant
down, pressing their lips together.
Kankri rose into it, his arms reaching to wrap around Cronus’s neck.
Cronus traced one hand down to his fly. He pulled it down slowly, allowing his
bulge to squirm into the open.
Kankri threw his head back, raising his hips to grind against Cronus.
Cronus traced a line of kisses down Kankri’s neck, humming against his skin.
Kankri sighed softly, eyelashes fluttering. He couldn’t help but flinch at the
wave of cold air that hit his bulge as Cronus pulled down his leggings.
Kankri ran his fingers along Cronus’s sides, savoring every subtle bump and
scar that decorated his skin.
“You ready, chief?”
Kankri shifted his shoulders some, unable to help the coy smile that slipped
onto his lips. “Do it.”
Cronus held Kankri’s face in his hands, taking him in a deep kiss. With
Kankri’s help, he pushed his lover’s leggings to the floor. He broke from the
kiss, gasping, and lead his bulge to Kankri’s nook.
Kankri gave a hushed moan, his eyelids fluttering closed.
Cronus gasped when fully sheathed, his hands balling into fists. “Fuck, Kan-”
Kankri began to roll his hips against Cronus, back curling at the sensation.
“Yes… fuck, yes…” He murmured, voice hushed.
Cronus grit his teeth, taking heavy breaths as he did so. He began thrusting in
and out of Kankri, running his fingers into Kankri’s hair. “I lovwe you!” he
gasped, holding onto Kankri’s sides.
Kankri hummed, his legs wrapping around Cronus’s back. He allowed his eyes to
roll back, seceding to pleasure. He went limp under Cronus, enjoying the
relaxation of this position.
Cronus twisted his bulge inside Kankri, high off the sound of those little
mewls and chirps his lover made. He continued working him up, attacking every
sweet spot he managed to find.
“9h, fuck…” Kankri whined, his muscles going stiff.
“Close, babe?” Cronus murmured, his lip curling over his teeth.
Kankri nodded quickly, his fists clenching.
Cronus’s grip on Kankri tightened. He sped up his pace, sending Kankri’s nook
into rapid spasms.
Kankri groaned in pleasure, his thighs clenching as he finished.
Cronus released the breath he was holding, slumping slightly.
Kankri stared up at Cronus, face flushed.
Cronus took a second to meet his eye. He brought their mouths together, just
barely grazing Kankri’s bottom lip with his teeth.
Kankri sighed softly, allowing himself to relax. Slowly, he began to roll his
hips again.
Cronus smiled, resting his forehead against Kankri’s.
Kankri raised his eyebrows, a soft smirk forming on his lips. “S9? Are y9u
g9nna finish f9r me?”
Cronus gave a soft laugh. “Wvhat kind of guy wvould I be if I didn’t?”  
 
Dualscar squinted through his glasses some, scrolling down the product
information. He glanced at the pill bottle in his hand, comparing the labels.
Definitely the same shit. His mouse hovered over the shipping time.
Approximately one week.
God damn it, Cronus.
He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes. He supposed he would just have
to power through until then.

Sollux gripped his lunch tray, his lip curling into a snarl. He hung his head,
glancing to the side. He pulled out his phone, scowling.
 
TA: ju2t fuckiing an2wer me.
 
caligulasAquarium is logged out. He is unable to respond to your messages.
 
Sollux grit his teeth, covering his eyes with his hands. He huffed, shuffling
in his seat some, before selecting Gamzee’s contact.
 
TA: where the fuck are you riight now.
TC: Roof. What about your fine motherfucking self.
TA: you’re not u2iing your quiirk.
TC: Not in the motherfucking mood.
TA: yeah. ii guess iit probably blow2 to be you riight now, huh.  
TC: something like that.
TA: ii’m comiing up two meet you. 2tay put.
TC: sure.
 
Sollux left his lunch on the cafeteria table, stuffing his phone in his pocket.
He wandered up the stairs, mind swimming in static. He finally reached the top,
kicking open the door to the roof.
Gamzee glanced up at him from the other side, expression dull.
Sollux made his way over. He leaned against the rail next to Gamzee, nose
crinkling some as he got a whiff of whatever Gamzee was smoking.
Gamzee let smoke fall from his lips, eyes hazy. “What’s been tugging at your
pan, brother?”
Sollux’s lip twitched some. ”Hard two put iintwo words. Ii feel… angry. That
much ii know.”
Gamzee twirled his cigarette between his fingers. “Likewise.”
Sollux glanced over at Gamzee, a sudden… tenseness hanging in the air. He did
his best to brush it off. “Can ii come over toniight?”
Gamzee shrugged, staring down at the courtyard. “How do you feel about him,” he
asked, a deep… coldness to his tone.
Sollux frowned, looking down alongside Gamzee. “You fiir2t.”
Gamzee paused. “I… love him.” He gave a wry laugh, tapping off ash from his
cigarette. “He is my… everything.”  
Sollux hesitated. That sounded… red enough. He sighed. “Iif you really want two
know, ii’m waxiing pale.”
Gamzee seemed to go tense in the shoulders. “Is that so.”
Sollux hesitated, gripping the bar. “Unle22… hii2 diiamond’2 taken, of cour2e…”
He tried to correct himself.
Gamzee glared at Sollux out of the corner of his eye. “He’s mine, all
motherfucking quadrants, the motherfucker’s mine.” He spoke with a growl to his
voice that sent a shiver up Sollux’s spine.
Sollux tensed, nodding. “Fuck, je2u2, ii’m 2orry. Iin that ca2e, he’2 ju2t a
friiend. Promii2e.”
Gamzee ran his tongue over his teeth, clenching his fists. “He’ll be happy to
see you.” He dug his hands into his pockets, before stalking back to class.
***** Chapter 23 *****
Chapter Notes
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Kurloz’s eyes flashed purple as he telepathized to Meulin, slowly drawing
closer to her.
Her eyebrows knit some, facade seeming to fall. “Game over?”
He nodded slightly, planting soft kisses along her forehead.
She sighed, reaching over the bed to press a small button. Her shackles
released. She shook them off, before sitting, legs crossed. She frowned as she
craned her head to stare down at Karkat. “Kankri?”
Kurloz shook his head. ‘KARKAT. THE MOTHERFUCKER’S BROTHER.’
Meulin nodded, draping a sheet over her body. She sat down in front of him,
head tilting to the side as she read his confusion.
“All this time…” He choked, shaking his head in disbelief. He remembered back
to Nepeta’s grief… the image of her sobbing in his arms so vivid now.
For months, she had been unable to control herself in class, yelling at no-one.
Crying. Running away from home.
His lip curled into a snarl.
Meulin frowned, having read his lips. “What is it?”
“How… how could you?” He asked, gritting his teeth. “How could you just
disappear on her?”
Meulin glanced behind her at Kurloz, before returning her attention to Karkat.
“Who?” her eyes seemed empty.
“YOUR FUCKING SISTER!” He snarled, throwing out his arms.
She hesitated, seeming to slump. She crossed her arms over her chest, shrugging
some. “I…” She bit her lip, staring at the ground.
Kurloz strolled over to the two, sitting between them. ‘LITTLE SISTER WOULD’VE
TOLD HER MOTHER. AND HER MOTHER WOULD’VE GOTTEN HERSELF KILLED TRYING TO GET
KITTY BITCH BACK. IT’S BETTER THIS WAY.’
Karkat seemed to shrink into himself, shaking his head. “She thinks you’re
dead!” He covered his mouth with his hand, shuddering. “Everyone… thinks you’re
dead!”
Meulin seemed to stiffen at that, her eyes going wide.
Kurloz glared at Karkat some. ‘SHE CAME TO ME OF HER OWN CHOICE. THEY’RE THE
ONES WHO PUSHED HER AWAY- THEY PUSHED HER TO ME.’
Karkat’s eyes drifted back to the shackles, lip curling.
Kurloz smiled, pulling Meulin to his chest and planting a kiss on her head. He
opened his eyes to stare at Karkat’s once more. ‘AND WHAT A MOTHERFUCKING
BLESSING IT IS THAT THEY DID.’
Karkat shuddered, his muscles going stiff. “You need to tell them, Meulin, they
have to know you’re okay-”
‘WHY.’
Karkat met Kurloz’s eye, mouth gaping open. “Because it’s what’s right!”
Kurloz’s head tilted to the side. ‘WHO ARE YOU TO SAY WHAT’S RIGHT AND WHAT IS
NOT. LET THEM THINK HER DEAD, IF IT MEANS THEY’LL LEAVE US IN PEACE.’
Karkat stared back at Meulin. “Is that what you want? To be forgotten? And for
what?”  
Meulin just stared at him, saying nothing. 
Karkat felt his hair prickle, only able to glare in response. “Nepeta deserved
better.”
Meulin took a shaky breath, head twitching some.
Kurloz pet her hair gently, huffing some at Karkat. ‘THERE’S A REASON I WANTED
YOU TWO MOTHERFUCKERS TO MEET, YOU KNOW.’
Karkat grit his teeth, fists clenching. “Oh?”
Kurloz tipped Meulin’s head up, smiling. ‘MEULIN HERE HAS THE SAME WICKED
PLEASURE RESPONSES YOU DO. NERVOUS MASOCHISM, THAT IS.’
She seemed to giggle some as he pressed his fingertip into a pressure point
behind her ear.
‘AND I THINK THAT WICKED TEAR YOUR LIP HAS GOING SHOWS WELL ENOUGH THAT YOU
NEED SOME…. ASSISTANCE.’
Meulin glanced at Karkat, registering the wound. 
Kurloz smiled. ‘I’M SURE THE MOTHERFUCKER WOULD BE HONORED IF YOU COULD HELP
HIM.’
Karkat brought a finger to his lip, nodding slightly. “Yeah. That would be
great,” he muttered bitterly, shooting a glare at Kurloz.
Kurloz’s smile faltered some.
“.... Could you... Get me some clothes?" Meulin asked, standing.
Kurloz nodded, rising alongside her. He held her close, giving her a kiss on
the neck, before departing back into the hall.
Karkat stared after him, scowling some. He followed Meulin to the bed, sitting
next to her.
She adjusted the sheet self consciously, not meeting his eye.
“So… how do you not… hurt yourself.”
Meulin gave a short chuckle, shrugging some. “He told me not to.”
Karkat frowned. Her tone seemed almost… mechanical in nature. “And…”
Meulin looked Karkat up and down. “And I don’t disobey him.” She said it like
it was obvious.
Karkat glanced between her and the floor. “I… that doesn’t really apply to me.
So… any… tips?”
Meulin huffed some, rolling her eyes. “Well, if you don’t obey him, why are mew
even here?”
Karkat flicked his hands up. “You make it sound like I have a choice.”
Meulin knit her eyebrows, head tilting to the side. “Don’t you?”
“I have no where else to go.” He turned to face her, his eyes narrowing. “I’m
here because my only alternative is living with scumbag seadwellers who get a
kick out of fucking RAPING me! I’m here, because those same fuckers apparently
got me addicted to the most intense sex drug on the market- I don’t have the
luxury of being here for shits and giggles!”
Meulin narrowed her eyes, shifting to glare at him. “I’m sorry for your
hardship,” she growled, her shoulders rising in an almost predatory manner.
“But don’t you dare try and invalidate my reasons. You don’t want me as an
enemy, I can purromise you that. So if you want us to get along- and you do- I
suggest learning a little... respect.”
Karkat breathed a laugh. “Was that a threat?”
“Did I stutter?”
Karkat scowled, saying nothing.
“Am I understood?” She demanded, eyes wide.
“Yeah. Understood.”
She nodded, allowing her posture to relax. “Well… I guess if you f33l the need
for a hit of pleasure…” She bobbed her head back and forth some. “Just slap
yourself. Really. Really hard.”
Karkat laughed some, nodding. “Yeah, yeah, okay.”
She chuckled. “I mean it! Worst that will happen is you leave a bruise…
certainly better than tearing through your lip… here, let me s33 that…” She
crawled over him, brushing her thumb over the scab.
He felt his eyes widen at the sparks going through him in response.
She recoiled some at his reaction. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to…”
“It’s fine,” he assured her. His eyebrows knit as he glanced back at the
shackles hanging from the wall. “So… you’re… into that kind of stuff, huh.”
She nodded, smiling. “Hahah, yeah… it really was a miracle that Kurloz and I
found each other! He helped me discover that side of myself!” She gave a soft
giggle, leaning against the wall.
Karkat frowned some, head tipping to the side. “You… weren’t like this before
you met him?”
Meulin went quiet. “I mean… I was… furrmilliar with BDSM, but I had never tried
it myself.” She shifted some, her smile fading. “What are you implying?”
Karkat shrugged, avoiding eye contact. “Nothing. I’m… glad you’re happy.”
Meulin nodded, gritting her teeth. “Good.”
Karkat swallowed, crossing his arms over his chest. “How did you two meet?”
Meulin gave an uncomfortable laugh. “Ummm… he was my drug-dealer at first. He
sold me catnip, and we would get high togetpurr a lot. It wasn’t a huge step to
intimacy from there, haha.” She smiled, resting her head on her hand. “What
about you? You sound like you’ve, well… b33n through some shit.”
Karkat nodded, twisting his legs around themselves. “Yeah. You could say that…”
He lay back, eyebrows furrowing. “Things in my life seem to have a habit of
escalating.”
She hummed in sympathy. “Yeah. I can... relate.” She stared at her toes,
flexing them some. “How… how’s Nepeta?”
Karkat felt his blood chill some. “She’s getting better. You… you really
fucking hurt her, though.”
Meulin shifted, hiding her face against her thighs. “I’m sorry…” she whispered.
Karkat released a deep sigh. “Yeah. I know.”
She glanced at him, eyes glassy. “She… she wouldn’t understand, would she?”
“... Probably not.”
Meulin’s eyebrows knit. “I… this is gonna sound purrposturous, but…”
“Yeah?”
She sighed. “How… how long since I ran away?”
Karkat sat back, trying to remember the order of events. It was on Equius’s
wriggling day when Nepeta started getting really worried… so… “About… half a
sweep, now.”
She went quiet. “Oh.”
Karkat frowned, staring out the cell. “You could still go home, you know. You
have a choice.”
Meulin shook her head, ears drawing back. “Even… even if I really wanted to,
and I don’t, what would I say to them? I couldn’t.”
Karkat growled. “Tell them the truth. Or lie, fuck it, you do have a choice,
though!” He huffed, turning away from her.
She swallowed. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”
He said nothing.
The two raised their heads at the sound of a knock.
Kurloz stood in the doorway, his fist resting against the open door.
Meulin seemed to grin at the sight of him. She pounced from the bed, taking the
clothes from his hands.
Kurloz glanced behind her at Karkat, seeming to grow solemn. ‘WAS SHE HELPFUL?’
he asked, sitting on the bed next to Karkat.
Karkat nodded, swallowing. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it,” she responded. She draped herself in Kurloz’s lap, wrapping
her arms around his neck.
Karkat noted that she had abandoned the clothes into a corner.
She looked Kurloz up and down, lips twisting into a coy smile. “Game on?”
Kurloz held her affectionately, smiling softly. ‘KARKAT, MOTHERFUCKER… DO YOU
WANT TO STAY, OR MAKE YOUR FINE SELF SCARCE?” He traced his fingers down
Meulin’s stomach, grip growing tighter.
Karkat’s eyes widened as he realized the nature of Kurloz’s question. “Oh, uhm,
hahahaha…” He trailed off into nervous laughter, staring at the ground. A flush
began to rise to his cheeks. Suddenly, he felt Kurloz’s hand on the small of
his back. He looked back at the two, both staring at him intently. He allowed
himself to float into Kurloz’s embrace, snuggling aside the them both.
‘GAME ON.’
Meulin chuckled, wrapping her arms around Karkat. She nipped at his ear,
humming.
Karkat felt his body beginning to heat. He let his lips part as Meulin ran her
fingers along his sides, making his hair prickle in excitement.
Kurloz smiled, leaning back against the wall. ‘I’M GLAD MY MOTHERFUCKERS SEEM
TO BE GETTING ALONG,’ he commented, eyes wide and hungry.
Karkat whined as Meulin licked a long trail up his neck, his back arching some.
Meulin hummed, wiggling her rear to make her purple tail flick back and forth.
She dragged her claws down Karkat’s arms, raising a howl of pleasure. Blood
began to leak from the cuts.
‘MEULIN!’ Kurloz shouted, pushing her aside. He scowled, pulling Karkat to his
feet. He wiped his hand along one of the wounds, hissing as blood smeared onto
his fingers. He glared at Meulin some, doing his best to pacify Karkat’s
whimpers and moans.
Karkat began to grind against Kurloz as his bulge unsheathed, pathetic noises
spewing from his lips.  
“What?” Meulin asked, eyebrows furrowing. “What did I do wrong, master?”
Kurloz pulled Karkat to his chest, rubbing the back of his head. ‘I DON’T WANT
HIM GETTING SCARS, MOTHERFUCKER.’ He dabbed at the cuts with his sleeve, trying
to still the bleeding.
Meulin gave a confused smile, blinking. “Alright? I’m sorry, master.” She
glanced down at her hip, where the capricorn insignia was carved. Her eyebrows
knit slowly.
‘MEULIN. DON’T BE MOTHERFUCKING POUTING LIKE THAT, I’M NOT GIVING HIM SPECIAL
TREATMENT. I JUST DON’T WANT TO UPSET GAMZEE.’
The concern seemed to vanish from Meulin’s face. “Oh! Okay, that makes sense.
Thank you, master!”
Kurloz spread one of the cuts, bobbing his head back and forth. Wasn’t… too
deep. Kurloz placed Karkat back on the bed, sitting on top of him.
Karkat moaned thickly as Kurloz began to grind onto him.
Meulin hovered over Karkat’s face, licking at his cheeks.
Karkat groaned as he heard Kurloz slip down his fly. It was only a matter of
seconds before he felt that cool bulge teasing his entrance. He gasped, rolling
against it pitifully.
Meulin chuckled at Karkat’s expression. She dragged two fingers down his face,
before finally hooking them in his mouth.
He stared up at her, wide eyed, and accepted them past his teeth. He began to
suck on them obediently, rolling his tongue around them.
Meulin purred in approval, lacing her spare fingers around one of his horns in
reward.
Karkat moaned, his back arching some.
Kurloz gave a deep chuckle, allowing the first inch or so of his bulge to slip
inside Karkat’s waiting nook.
Karkat’s eyes went wide, before rolling up some. He rocked against Kurloz
enthusiastically, lip beginning to tremble out of desperation.
Meulin smirked. She began to slowly remove her fingers, savoring the slick
popthat came when they finally escaped.
Karkat gasped for air, small beads of saliva dripping down his cheeks. “Fuck
me…”He whined, all too turned on by this situation.
Meulin purred at the request, glancing up at Kurloz.
Kurloz traced his fingers up Karkat’s torso, smile unwavering. ‘TELL ME,
MOTHERFUCKER… HOW MUCH DO YOU WANT IT?’ he asked, continuing to tease Karkat’s
nook with his bulge.
Karkat held his breath, cheeks lighting up. “I… fuck, please, I need it,
master, fuck me, please~” He moaned, his hips bucking upwards.
Kurloz hummed a chuckle, resting his head against Karkat’s chest. ‘DESPERATE,
AREN’T YOU?”
Karkat nodded enthusiastically, trying to think of anything he could say to
make Kurloz continue. “Yes… yes, fuck, fuck, please…”
Kurloz smiled, sitting upright. ‘AS MUCH FUN AS IT IS TO WATCH YOU SQUIRM…’ he
laced his fingers in Karkat’s hair, tugging gently, but enough to stimulate
him. ‘I’M A KIND MASTER.’
Karkat nearly screamed as Kurloz pushed into him. He felt himself go limp,
incoherent whines and moans being the only thing to escape him.
“Ooooh, he’s a fun one,” Meulin purred, grinding her nook down onto her heel.
Kurloz nodded, smirking. ‘A MOTHERFUCKING MEN, SISTER. A MOTHERFUCKING MEN.’
Meulin smirked down at Karkat, raising an eyebrow. “Does a motherfucker want to
taste my slurry?” she murmured, managing to lock eye contact with him.
“Yes…. yes, oh fuck yes, please, mistress!”
Meulin raised her eyebrows, meeting Kurloz’s gaze. The two chuckled. “Mistress…
I could get used to that…”
Kurloz nodded, stroking Meulin’s hair. ‘AS COULD I.’ He did his best to keep
smiling as Meulin shifted her hips over Karkat’s face. If she wanted to dom
other motherfuckers, fine by him. But he wasn’t losing his sub.
Meulin gave a low moan as she finally settled her nook on Karkat’s lips.
Karkat seemed to sputter some, but eventually began licking up into her.
Meulin hummed, rocking her hips up and down. She met eyes with Kurloz, and
leaned towards him. He wrapped his hands around her head, bringing their lips
together.
Meulin smiled, pulling into the embrace. When Kurloz had first stitched his
mouth shut, his kisses seemed to become… underwhelming. But she learned to
appreciate them. “I love mew,” Meulin managed, her words muffled against
Kurloz’s lips.
Kurloz smirked in response, rubbing his forehead against Meulin. He continued
rolling his hips, in and out of Karkat, unwilling to slow despite Karkat’s
twitches and whimpers.
It wasn’t long until he felt hot, red material spilling beneath him. He
chuckled, leaning back to see that yes, Karkat had in fact coated his own
stomach in slurry.
Meulin smirked, grinding her hips down onto Karkat’s face harder than ever.
Karkat’s hands drifted up to her thighs, gripping them while he worked.
Meulin gave a short laugh at the movement. “Good boy,” She purred, wiggling her
hips some. Her hand went between her legs, where she held her bulge in place.
“May I prrlease cum, master?” She asked, her voice dripping in desperation.
Kurloz nodded, biting the inside of his lip. ‘YEAH, MOTHERFUCKING PAINT HIS
CHEEKS, SISTER.’
Meulin whined, her fists curling as she felt release hit her, and hit her hard.
Karkat gasped, choking as fluid gushed into his mouth and down his face.
Meulin slumped against Kurloz’s chest, a shallow purr beginning to rise in her
throat.
Kurloz smiled, brushing back a strand of her hair. He dragged his hands down
Meulin’s arms, pausing at her wrists. Then he began to dig his nails into them.
Meulin whined as she felt that sharp pressure burying into her skin, sending
off sparks of pleasure as it went.
Kurloz snarled, aggressively grinding his hips down into Karkat.
Meulin gasped, her shoulders rolling back. “Yours, yours~” she began to chant,
thoroughly out of breath.
Kurloz gave a deep, harsh growl as he buried himself in Karkat once more,
finally finishing. He met Meulin’s gaze, lip curling. ‘DAMN MOTHERFUCKING
STRAIGHT.’
Chapter End Notes
     Aaaaand another chapter. Haha. Sorry that these are short, but hey,
     at least we get plenty of updates?
***** Chapter 24 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.”
The two stared ahead dully as the bus curved and bounced down intersection
after intersection.
“You know… your brother ha2 really helped Miituna a lot.”
“You’re mistaken, motherfucker.” Gamzee didn’t meet Sollux’s eye, not bothering
to gauge his reaction.
“... What do you mean?”
Gamzee remained silent, only a barely audible scoff rising in the back of his
throat.
Sollux shifted some, unable to shake the feeling of uneasiness that began to
cling to him. “Waiit, what do you thiink of Kurloz?”
Gamzee shrugged, flicking his hands out in gesture. “A simple question with a
complicated answer, motherfucker.” Gamzee’s eyebrows furrowed. “He’s… twisted.
It’s in his motherfucking bones. Really fucking likes to hurt shit. Kill shit.
It’s like…” Gamzee leaned back, huffing some. “Since we were little kids, he
would always go back and forth with my dad. They constantly had this power play
going. He was real competitive like that, even when the big man was clearly in
charge.”
Sollux nodded some, clicking his tongue. “How’d that work out?”
Gamzee gave a dry laugh. “... not… great. Seems like Kurloz figured out the
only way he could hurt dad was by hurting himself.”
Sollux’s shoulders rose, his blood chilling. “Waiit, ii2 that why he… you know.
2tiitched hii2 liip2?”
Gamzee bobbed his head from side to side, chuckling. “More than that,
motherfucker.” He turned his gaze to glare at Sollux. “He bit out his fucking
tongue.”
Sollux felt himself go tense.
Gamzee’s eyes seemed to spark at Sollux’s discomfort, a grin spreading across
his lips. “As to it being for powerplay… that’s my theory. I haven’t worked up
the courage to ask him.”
Sollux exhaled, lip twitching in sympathy. “That’2 fucked up.”
Gamzee hummed in agreement. “He’s ruthless, I’ll tell you that.” Gamzee
laughed, throwing his head back. “Between the two of us, he strikes more fear
than the old man. Sure… dad’s got blood on his hands.” Gamzee leaned closer to
Sollux. “But Kurloz has entire minds in his palm…”
Sollux began to squirm. “2o… Miituna…?”
Gamzee gave a short laugh, nodding enthusiastically. “Yeah, yeah, if Kurloz
cares about someone, they’re fucking his more than they are their own.”
Sollux tilted his head back, covering his eyes with his hands. “Don’t… tell me
that, plea2e.”
Gamzee cackled, running a hand along his hair. “Motherfucker, don’t worry.
Mituna’s safe… safer than you are.” Gamzee laughed some, slapping his hand
against Sollux’s shoulder. “Motherfucker’s on the right side.”
Sollux looked from Gamzee’s hand to his face. “... And who’2 the wrong 2iide?”
Gamzee shrugged, that cocky smile unwavering. “The rebellious underlings. That
includes fish bitch, if you were wondering.” He gave a breathy laugh, doubling
over. “You know… no matter what she tells you…” His eyes drifted back to
Sollux. “Makaras rule the world. She might as well be a motherfucking trophy.”
“You mean… The Condesce?”
Gamzee nodded, leaning back against the wall of the bus. “Again…” His smile
faltered. “She heels to us.”
Sollux took a thick swallow. “You 2hould really be careful 2ayiing 2hiit liike
that.”
Gamzee narrowed his eyes. “You weren’t listening, were you?”
Sollux shrugged, looking away.
Gamzee sighed, glancing out the window. He stood, reaching up to the wire.
“We’re here.”
Sollux’s breath went short. He tried to brush away his second thoughts as
Gamzee climbed over the seats in front of them.
Gamzee reached out his hand, smile crinkling the corners of his eyes.
Sollux accepted hesitantly.
Gamzee held Sollux’s fingers a little too tightly, glaring into his eyes as he
dragged him to his feet. “You know I love him… right, motherfucker?”
Sollux nodded, his lip twitching. “Yeah. You’ve mentiioned.”
Gamzee released him, taking slow steps towards the open doors of the bus. “Then
follow close.” And with that, he bounded off the bus.
Sollux cursed under his breath, having to stumble to keep pace. He jumped onto
the concrete sidewalk, eyes narrowed as he chased after Gamzee.
“Here.” Gamzee turned into an alleyway, forcing Sollux to keep close in tow.
Gamzee followed a series of twists and turns as if he knew them like the back
of his hand.
“Where- are we going?” Sollux demanded, struggling to keep in pace with Gamzee.
“Through the back. Don’t want you getting harassed or none.”
Sollux frowned, his lip curling. “What?”
Gamzee paused, bobbing his head back and forth. “How do I say this…” He looked
Sollux up and down. “You’re a mutant.”
Sollux’s hand went to one of his horns. “2o?”
Gamzee sighed, rolling his shoulders back some. “So, according to the church
doctrines… you’re not exactly a real person. You’ll make it out fine, because
you’re with me, but…”
“Okay, what?” Sollux scowled, his blood beginning to heat.
Gamzee rolled his eyes, brows furrowing in frustration. “You might not be
treated all that kindly. So we’re gonna avoid confrontation.”
Sollux looked Gamzee up and down. “And these are the same people my brother’2
alway2 around?”
Gamzee grumbled some. “Yeah, but he’s Kurloz’s, he’s in a better position than
half the church-”
“And you’re tru2tiing the2e people around Karkat?”
Gamzee downright groaned. “And he’s MINE. No one. Is going. To hurt him. Now
shut the motherfuck up, and follow me.”
Sollux huffed through grit teeth. “He’2 not your pet…” He grumbled.
Gamzee twisted his head on his neck some, biting down a snarl. He said nothing,
only continuing through allies to a back door. He entered a code and walked
inside.
Sollux had no choice but to go after him.
 
Kurloz pet Karkat’s hair gently, admiring the glaze set over his eyes.
Karkat had seemed to grow dreary with pleasure.
He and Meulin had bruised him up something wicked. Nothing that wouldn’t heal,
but enough to keep Karkat buzzed. He gently slipped out from under him, feeling
his pocket buzz.
 
TC: Where’s Karkat.
TC: :o) WITH ME. :o)
TC: WHERE with you?
TC: BASEMENT. :o)
TC: you motherfucker
TC: WHAT. HE ENJOYED IT WELL ENOUGH, BROTHER.
TC: i am not going to let you turn him into another one of your PRETTY LITTLE
PAIN DOLLS!
TC: :o\. BROTHER, ABOUT THAT. YEAH, THERE’S SOMETHING I NEED TO TELL YOU.
TC: …. It was you. You son of BITCH, YOU FUCKED WITH HIS HEAD, DIDN’T YOU?
TC: :o(
TC: you are a motherfucking DEADMAN
TC: :o(. LISTEN, MOTHERFUCKER, I’LL FIX THIS. I’M SORRY.
TC: … sorry? You’re motherfucking sorry, are you?
TC: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?
 
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TC: >:o(

Gamzee downright screamed in rage, slamming his phone into the ground.
Sollux jumped back, raising his hands in defense. “Whoa, whoa, dude-”
Gamzee released a sob, unmistakably seething as he doubled over. His hands
shook, clutching at his hair.
Sollux took a deep swallow, his heartbeat racing. “Gamzee, what the fuck?”
Without another word, Gamzee stood, stalking into the hall.
“Oh, 2on of a biitch,” Sollux muttered, running after him.
Gamzee stomped his way downstairs, straining every muscle in his body in
attempt to contain himself.  He turned into Meulin’s room. His breath caught in
his throat as he saw Karkat, dazed out on the bed, and dressed in Meulin’s
clothing.
Sollux panted, finally catching up. His stared down at Karkat, a pit forming in
his stomach. “What the fuck ii2 thii2 place…” He muttered, staring at the
shackles hanging from the wall.
Gamzee hoisted Karkat up, breath ragged. “One of my brother’s… pleasure rooms,”
he growled through grit teeth.
Sollux’s shoulders tensed, fists beginning to shake. “Gamzee…”
“WHAT! What is it?” Gamzee snarled, holding Karkat close to his chest.
“He can’t... 2tay here.”
Gamzee tilted his head, fingers clenching around Karkat. “What?” He held Karkat
closer, rising a hollow moan.
Sollux shuddered, taking a step back. “Gamzee. Thiink about thii2. ii- ii know
you love hiim. And iif you love hiim… then you gotta realii2e that thii2 place
ii2 gonna fuckiing kiill hiim.”
Gamzee scowled, shaking his head.
Sollux took a deep breath. “Gamzee. Plea2e… plea2e, plea2e… just…” Sollux tried
desperately to not flip the fuck out as he stared down at Karkat’s abused
figure. “Help me help hiim.”
Gamzee’s shoulders stiffened, a low growl rising in his throat. “MINE.”
Sollux slowly approached him, trying to keep his posture calm. “ii’m 2orry.”
“You’re w-“
Gamzee was cut off as Sollux twisted, managing to kick him square in the neck
with the flat of his foot.
Gamzee howled in pain, falling back. Sollux smashed him into the ground with
his psionics, and hastily picked up Karkat. With that, he made a run for it. He
flew up the stairs and through the halls, blue and red light strobing around
him. It took him about five seconds to realize he didn’t know where the fuck he
was going. He rocketed past purplebloods, not knowing which way was out.
It didn’t take long for people to start yelling and chasing after him.
Glancing behind him, he was able to tell he had a pretty decent head start on
those after him. Maybe if he could hide in a closet-
He froze.
Involuntarily, and without warning, his body went numb. He collapsed to the
ground, choking out a gasp as his powers failed. Karkat tumbled from his arms,
only releasing a dull groan.
Calm footsteps approached him. He couldn’t turn his head enough to see more
than black combat boots pausing in front of him.
The yells from behind caught up with him, hollering in victory.
Those boots turned to face them, and they seemed to go quiet.
“Wanna kill the mutant fucks,” a voice muttered.
Sollux grit his teeth.
Though there was no audible response, he could hear disappointed grumbles
coming from the direction of the subjuggulators.
Their footsteps seemed to turn, retreating back down the hall.
Cold arms wrapped around his back, pulling him up. They draped his arm around
their neck, as if carrying a drunken friend. He was able to strain his eyes
enough to make out a face. Kurloz. Fuck, of fucking course.
Kurloz snapped his fingers at Karkat, and both their eyes flashed purple.
Karkat slowly stood, his movements dreary.
Without further discourse, Kurloz began to drag Sollux down the hall.
 
Sollux slumped as he was sat in a chair. Karkat rested next to him on the
floor. Kurloz sighed, settling on a desk. He stared at Sollux with a dangerous
glare. ‘EXPLAIN… EXACTLY WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE DOING.’
Sollux felt himself regain control of his jaw and tongue. The first thing he
did was snarl. “2aviing my friiend from you twii2ted fucker.”
Kurloz set his jaw, tilting his head to the side. This motherfucker clearly
wasn’t very strategic with his words. ‘AND WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK MADE YOU THINK
HE NEEDS SAVING.’ Kurloz turned his attention to Karkat, patting on his thigh
in invitation.
Karkat stood, before slipping into Kurloz’s lap.
Kurloz smiled, tracing Karkat’s form with his fingers.
Sollux stared in disgust. “Ju2t look at hiim,” He scowled, eyes following the
cuts and scratches that marred his friend’s skin. He narrowed his eyes at
Kurloz. To think… that this was the man he was entrusting with one of his
brother’s quadrants. “Ii want you the fuck out of my brother’2 liife,” he
growled, tone laced with venom.
‘I AM YOUR BROTHER’S LIFE.’ Kurloz flashed Sollux a glare, petting Karkat’s
hair gently. He leaned back on the desk. ‘AND HE’S THE ONLY MOTHERFUCKING
REASON YOUR BONES ARE INTACT. WATCH YOUR TONGUE, AND THEY MIGHT STAY THAT WAY.’
Sollux felt his stiff muscles start to ache in rage. “You’re a mon2ter,” he
hissed.
Kurloz’s lips twisted into a grin. A low laugh rose in his throat. ‘WHAT, YOU
THINK YOU’RE THE FIRST TO SAY IT?’ Kurloz shrugged. ‘I JUST DON’T TAKE SHIT
FROM ANY MOTHERFUCKER TRYING TO THROW IT.’ He looked Sollux up and down. ‘AND
MY PATIENCE WITH YOU IS RUNNING THIN, BROTHER. SO I SUGGEST THINKING YOUR WORDS
OVER BEFORE SHOOTING THEM.’
Sollux ran his tongue along his teeth, giving a cold nod. “Alriight. Yeah,
yeah, ii’m thiinkiing them over, all riight.”
Kurloz gave a soft sigh. He hooked his foot around Sollux’s chair and pulled it
closer. ‘IF YOU’RE TRYING TO START A DICK FIGHT, I WOULD LIKE TO REMIND YOU
THAT YOU ARE… COMPLETELY AT MY MERCY. YOU’RE NOT SAFE ENOUGH TO BE TAKING
MOTHERFUCKING RISKS LIKE THAT.’
Sollux took a deep breath as Kurloz ran his fingers along his jaw. God damn it,
the fucker was right… he was never one for sweet talking, but if there was ever
a time to learn, now was it. Especially if this guy was as dangerous as Gamzee
had claimed… “Okay. ii’m 2orry.”
Kurloz gave a warm smile. ‘THERE WE GO…’ his thumb settled on Sollux’s lip.
Sollux shuddered, reclining some at the touch. His gaze drifted to Karkat,
feeling a pit form in his stomach at the prospect of being reduced to something
similar.
‘SO LET’S REVIEW. HOW DID YOU GET HERE.’
“Gamzee brought me.”
Kurloz nodded, eyes narrowing. ‘AND WHERE IS HE NOW?’
Sollux took a shaky breath. “The basement. Ii hiit hiim wiith psiioniics.”
Kurloz’s eyes seemed to spark in rage. He gave a low chuckle, lip curling
against his stitches. ‘AND YOU FOUND KARKAT, THEN DECIDED TO BOLT.’ He leaned
back, staring Sollux up and down. ‘I WANT TO LET YOU GO. I REALLY DO.’
Sollux took a deep swallow. “But…”
‘BUT NOW I’M FEELING ANGRIER THAN I AM MERCIFUL. WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU
ARE. OUT OF THE KINDNESS OF GAMZEE’S HEART, HE INVITES YOU INTO OUR HOME, AND
YOUR RESPONSE IS TO ASSAULT HIM, AND TRY TO STEAL THIS SWEET MOTHERFUCKER RIGHT
HERE.’ Kurloz took a second to stroke his fingers along Karkat’s scratches,
earning a quiet moan.
Sollux shuddered, hanging his head. “Do you thiink ii wanted to? Do you think
ii wanted it to come to that?” He shook his head, shuddering. He returned his
attention to Karkat, almost choking up at the sight. “You’re fuckiing kiilliing
hiim,” He whispered. “He wa2 better off wiith the Amporas.”
Kurloz narrowed his eyes, raising his palm. ‘ENOUGH.’ He ran a hand over his
mouth, giving a low sigh. ‘DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE NUMBER ONE RULE OF THIS FAMILY
IS?’
Sollux hesitated, before shaking his head.
‘A MOTHERFUCKER WHO’S ON OUR SIDE, IS ON OUR SIDE FOR LIFE. A MOTHERFUCKER
WHO’S NOT, GETS FUCKING SLAUGHTERED.’ Kurloz glanced at a clock on the wall.
‘YOU HAVE EXACTLY THIRTY MINUTES TO FIGURE OUT HOW YOU’RE GOING TO REDEEM
YOURSELF.’ He glanced down at himself, before removing one of his chain
necklaces.
Sollux stared at him, eyes narrowed.
Kurloz picked up Sollux’s wrists, binding them together tightly. His eyes
flashed purple, and suddenly Sollux felt the feeling return to his body. He
briefly tried to activate his psionics, but found the strain fruitless. Of
course the douchebag would block his psychics.
‘THAT’S SOME RELIGIOUS JEWELRY THERE, MOTHERFUCKER. BREAK IT, AND I’LL HAVE
YOUR SKULL ON A FUCKING STAKE. IN THE MEANTIME, I’M GOING TO GO MAKE SURE MY
BROTHER IS STILL MOTHERFUCKING BREATHING,’ Kurloz said with a huff, picking
Karkat up from the desk.
 
Well, fuck.
 
Gamzee released a low groan as Kurloz hoisted him up, sitting him on the bed.
Gamzee winced, gritting his teeth. His entire body fucking burned.
Kurloz covered his mouth with a hand, eyes wide with concern. ‘I’M GOING TO
TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF… OKAY?’
Gamzee shook his head, trying to bite back a snarl.
Kurloz’s fingers moved to Gamzee’s arms, trying get him to lift them.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!” Gamzee shouted, curling up.
‘GAMZEE, LET ME HELP YOU!’ Kurloz snarled, throwing his arms out in
exasperation. ‘IT’S NOT GONNA MOTHERFUCKING GO AWAY ON IT’S OWN, NOW IS IT?’
Kurloz was used to treating this kind of injury. Mituna had a habit of… zapping
himself by mistake.
Gamzee gave something between a growl and a scream as Kurloz forced his arms up
in a rush.
He ripped the shirt over Gamzee’s head as quickly as he could, wincing at what
he saw. Blue and red streaks spiderwebbed out from a burn in the middle of
Gamzee’s torso. Kurloz traced his fingers along them gently, rising another
muffled scream from his brother. He stood back, fingers shaky. ‘I’LL BE RIGHT
BACK, OKAY?’ He turned, rushing out the door into the hall.
Karkat stared up at him, eyes wide.
Kurloz squatted down in front of him. ‘LISTEN, MOTHERFUCKER. IF GAMZEE EVER
NEEDED PITY, NOW’S THAT TIME. HELP HIM.’ With that, he stood, running up the
stairs as quickly as he could.
Karkat turned his attention to the cell, slowly crawling inside.
Gamzee writhed on the bed, biting down on his shirt in attempt to quiet the
sound of his screaming.
Karkat shifted next to him. “Hey.”
Gamzee began hyperventilating, eyes screwed shut.
Karkat slowly sat on the bed. He gently cupped Gamzee’s cheek, brushing back
his hair.
Gamzee’s breathing began to slow. He managed to open his eyes, squinting at
Karkat.
Karkat smiled down at him warmly, gently stroking his skin.
Gamzee’s eyes darted around the room, searching for something to settle on.
“You’re gonna be okay,” Karkat whispered.
Gamzee narrowed his eyes.“I know that,” He responded, words muffled. “It just
hurts like a fucking BITCH!”
Karkat hummed, nodding. “I know, I know…”
Gamzee relaxed, letting Karkat stroke his face. “Ow.”
Karkat gave a soft chuckle. He continued talking to Gamzee, distracting him
best he could. Though… it was hard to focus, what with that incessant pleasure
coursing through all the cuts Meulin left on him. He pressed his forehead
against Gamzee’s, smiling softly. “I love you.”
“Love you too-“
Karkat’s attention turned to the door as Kurloz threw it open, already rubbing
some kind of salve between his hands.
Gamzee stared at him as he knelt on the floor.
‘THIS IS GONNA HURT.’
Gamzee huffed. “Do it.”
Kurloz lay his hands gently on Gamzee’s torso.
Gamzee’s head shot back as he released a hiss of pain.
Kurloz slowly began to massage the paste into Gamzee’s skin.
The blue and red lines under his skin didn’t disappear, but began to fade some.
‘WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO WITH THAT SOLLUX MOTHERFUCKER,’ Kurloz growled once
Gamzee seemed to stop squirming.
Gamzee gave a dry laugh. “Indecisive.” He muttered. He glanced at Karkat. “What
do you think?”
Karkat hesitated, swallowing. “… Just… don’t fucking kill him…” He managed.
Kurloz gave a short sigh. ‘IT’S ABOUT TIME I GO CHECK ON HIM… WANNA COME?’
Gamzee nodded, managing to stand with a hiss. “Yeah, yeah, fuck, I’m coming.”
“Can I…?” Karkat asked.
‘SURE.’
 
Sollux trembled, feeling himself start to sweat. Redeem himself. Seemed like a
simple fucking request, right?
Hah. Yeah, really seemed like it.
Sollux was currently on knees, his shirt bunched up at the wrists where Kurloz
had chained them. He had managed to discard his pants, and hide them in one of
the desk drawers.
Normally, he would have done anything but this. Literally anything. But at the
moment, he only knew two things about Kurloz.
That he liked sex and gore.
And, well, if he had to appeal to those options, he’d rather swallow some pride
than cough up some blood. He tried his best not to look up as the door opened.
Kurloz stared down at him, stitches stretching his lips as he downright
grinned.
Gamzee pushed next to him, snorting at the sight.
Sollux shuddered, hiding his face in shame.
Kurloz moved from his place in the doorframe, squatting in front of Sollux.
Karkat peered over him, taking a shallow gasp.
Sollux grit his teeth, forcing himself to meet Kurloz’s eye.
‘SO. THIS YOUR BIG PLAN, THEN?’ Kurloz gave a soft laugh, pushing Sollux
playfully.
Sollux narrowed his eyes, heart twisting in fury. “You diidn’t exactly giive me
much choiice, now diid you?”
‘MOTHERFUCKER, I DIDN’T EVEN SUGGEST THIS.’
Sollux scowled. “What else could ii fuckiing do? becau2e, beleiive me, iif
there’2 an alternatiive, ii’m all ear2.”
Kurloz hesitated, glancing back at Gamzee. He returned his attention to Sollux
and assessed him. He shrugged, seemingly unable to think of anything.
Sollux shuddered as Kurloz hoisted him up, before dropping him on the desk.
‘YOU’RE THE ONE HE MOTHERFUCKING BURNED. WANNA TAKE A SHOT AT HIM, BROTHER?’
Kurloz asked, easing Sollux’s legs apart.
Gamzee shook his head, instead wrapping his arm around Karkat. “I think I’m
good.”
Kurloz shrugged. ‘WANNA WATCH, THEN?’
Gamzee hesitated, glancing down at Karkat.
Karkat nodded, slowly. “Yeah… I wanna see…”
Gamze set his jaw, huffing. “Alright.”
Sollux shuddered as Kurloz ran his fingers along his thighs.
Kurloz rested them at his sheathe. He met Sollux’s gaze, searching for any
signal to stop. Any panic.
Sollux glanced away, his face flushing. “Get iit over wiith.”
Kurloz tilted his head to the side, beginning to rub at Sollux’s sheath gently.
Gamzee pulled up a chair, sitting. He then dragged Karkat into his lap.
Karkat’s eyes seemed utterly fixed on Sollux, his lips parting. His hand slowly
moved to his crotch.
Gamzee huffed, grabbing Karkat by the jaw and forcing him to look away.
“C’mon,” he chided, a soft growl to his voice.
Karkat nodded slowly, turning his back on Kurloz and Sollux.
Gamzee kissed him softly, sucking gently on his lips.
Karkat pushed into it, giving a light sigh through his nose.
 
Sollux bit down a whine as Kurloz’s fingers slipped into his nook. His bulge
was fully unsheathed at this point, squirming against his stomach. He silently
thanked Kurloz for not saying anything about it being… split.
In fact, Kurloz seemed utterly unsurprised.
Sollux narrowed his eyes at the implication.
Had Kurloz and… Mituna…?
He chose to discard that train of thought.
Kurloz gently stroked the walls of Sollux’s nook, humming as his fingers soon
felt engulfed in warmth.
“Oh, fuck,”Sollux whispered, hips raising into Kurloz’s touch.
Kurloz only smirked in response.
 
Karkat whimpered as Gamzee started playing with him.
His fingers stroked gently along Karkat’s nook, rising little mewls and keens.
Karkat’s fists balled around Gamzee’s shirt. He began rolling his hips into the
touch.
Gamzee breathed a laugh, pressing his lips to Karkat’s neck.
“Fuck me,”Karkat whispered, eyes trained on Gamzee.
Gamzee relaxed slowly, nodding. “Yeah… yeah, motherfucker, I can do that.” He
reached down a hand to fiddle with his fly.
 
Sollux stared at the two, eyebrows furrowed.
Kurloz regained his attention with a particularly quick thrust of his fingers.
Sollux gave a hushed gasp, toes curling.
‘WANT MY BULGE, MOTHERFUCKER?’ Kurloz asked, eyebrow arched.
Sollux hesitated. “2ure.”
Kurloz gave a soft laugh at the response. He pushed down his pants, allowing
his bulge to squirm into the air.
Sollux pulled back at the sight, legs crossing slightly.
Kurloz paused, glancing Sollux up and down at his reaction. He retracted some,
eyebrows furrowing.
Sollux pursed his lips. He shook his head, propping himself up. “2orry,” he
muttered, worried he had insulted him.
Kurloz shook his head, waving off the apology. However, he was yet to continue.
“Ii want iit,” Sollux murmured, eyelids falling heavy.
Kurloz sighed, taking another second to think. He moved forward once more,
seeming to have shrugged off whatever was weighing on him.
Sollux’s breath went sharp as Kurloz pressed into him. He threw his head back,
chest rising.
Kurloz gave a soft groan when fully sheathed. After taking a second to allow
Sollux to adjust, he rolled his hips forward and back.
Sollux moaned at the sensation, sweat starting to build on his forehead.
Kurloz set his jaw, downright slamming into Sollux.
Sollux allowed himself to go limp on the desk, his body pulsing with heat and
pleasure.
Kurloz let a low growl rise in his throat. He pulled out briefly, earning a
frustrated curse from Sollux. He then grabbed onto Sollux’s shoulders, and
flipped him over with little struggle.
Sollux gasped in surprise, eyes narrowing under his glasses. All expressions of
scorn faded, however, when Kurloz returned his bulge. Sollux groaned, allowing
his forehead to hit the table.
Kurloz reached forward, grabbing Sollux’s chained hands and wrenching them
back.
Sollux whined as he was forced to raise his torso. Before long, his muscles
started aching.
Kurloz gave a low growl, nose crinkling as he snarled.
This motherfucker… disrespecting the Makara family name. This motherfucking
whore...
He blinked, catching himself. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
Sollux’s heart pounded in his chest, admittedly more excited than he had been
in a long time.
Kurloz forced himself to take slow, long movements. This was still Mituna’s
brother he was dealing with. Had to control himself.
 
Karkat moaned as Gamzee slipped inside him. He gladly bounced up and down on
his bulge, nook absolutely dripping.
Gamzee buried his face in Karkat’s shoulder, a low grumble rising in his
throat.
Karkat’s jaw went slack, a short series of keens falling from his lips. He was
so close. The pleasure that had been pulsing through his arms all day had been
building him up.
Gamzee took notice, ears pricking up. He took hold of Karkat’s hips, managing
to meet an even quicker pace.
Karkat squeaked in response, his legs tensing as Gamzee pleasured him. “F-
fuck!” he moaned. Every muscle in his body went stiff as he came, spilling red
onto the chair beneath them.
 
Kurloz glanced over, eyes narrowing. Great, who the fuck was gonna clean that
up.
Sollux gave a low hiss of disapproval at Kurloz’s distraction. He bucked his
hips back to serve as a reminder.
Kurloz returned his attention to Sollux, only stealing one more peek at Karkat.
Sollux moaned as Kurloz continued thrusting into him. It felt like clockwork,
how consistent his pace was. “Fuuuck,”he managed, shoulders rising.
Kurloz cracked a grin, playfully yanking Sollux’s wrists back once more.
‘CLOSE, MOTHERFUCKER?’
Sollux managed a nod, eyebrows furrowed.
Kurloz clicked his tongue, smile unwavering. ‘THEN CUM.’
Sollux gasped as Kurloz hit him with a particularly hard thrust, and he had no
choice but to obey. He sputtered, yellow splashing from his nook and bulge.
Kurloz’s eyes flicked up at the sensation, carefully riding the edge himself.
He decided to give the kid a break, and pulled out. He gave himself a couple
quick strokes, before cumming on his back.
 
Karkat’s eyes went wide at the sight. He quickly became compelled to lick
Sollux’s back clean.
Gamzee, still buried in Karkat’s nook, was having none of that. “Look at me,”
he murmured, an annoyed growl to his tone.
Karkat did as asked, forcing himself to keep eye contact.
Gamzee twisted his bulge inside Karkat’s nook, earning another mewl. He smiled,
fingers harshly gripping onto Karkat’s sides. He started slamming into him with
quick thrusts, stimulating himself as much as he pleased.
Karkat gasped, muscles trembling as his nerves were overrun.
Finally, Gamzee gasped, grip tightening as he released.
Karkat’s seedflap greedily soaked up the material. Karkat gave a hushed sigh,
going limp.
 
Kurloz sat back against the desk, wiping at the material splotching his pants
with his glove. He sighed in defeat, figuring what was there was set. ‘YOU
DONE?’ He asked his brother, rolling his shoulders.
Gamzee nodded, wiping his nose off on the back of his hand. “Yeah… yeah, I
think I’m good.”
Kurloz rubbed his hands together, glancing back at Sollux. ‘WE’RE GONNA GO
CHANGE. I’LL TAKE YOU TO THE BUS STOP WHEN WE’RE BACK. STAY PUT.’ He started to
leave, but paused in the doorway, glancing at the floor. ‘AND… CLEAN UP A
LITTLE, WILL YOU?’ With that, he and Gamzee departed, shutting the door behind
them.
Sollux felt his breath catch in his throat, staring at Karkat.
Karkat blinked at him, shifting in the chair.
Sollux stood, retrieving his pants from the desk and slipping them on. He
pulled his shirt back over his head, cracking his back. He turned his wrists in
the necklace. “Hey, could you help me out wiith thee2e?” he asked quietly,
turning towards Karkat.
Karkat hesitated, before slipping off the seat. He held Sollux’s wrists,
managing to find the clasp. He undid it, allowing the necklace to slip to the
floor.
Sollux rubbed at his wrists gently, looking Karkat up and down. “Karkat…” he
trailed off, an undoubtable sadness in his voice.
Karkat stared back at him, expressionless.
He covered his eyes with his hands, taking a deep breath. “Follow me.”
Karkat frowned, eyebrows furrowing. “What?”
Sollux took Karkat’s wrist, trying to lead him to the door.
Karkat twisted out of it, stepping away from him.
Sollux’s movement stilled, lips parting in a silent plead.
Karkat shook his head, arms crossing. “They said… to stay put…”
Sollux took a thick swallow, slumping. “Plea2e…”
“No.” Karkat stiffened, eyes narrowed. “I’m not… I’m not gonna leave.”
Sollux stared at his feet, a pit forming in his stomach.
The two sat there in silence for what must have been minutes. “2o that’2 iit,
then.”
“Yeah. I think so.”

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***** Chapter 25 *****
Chapter Notes
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Gamzee sucked generously on his bong, leaning back to let smoke pour down his
chest.
Karkat covered his mouth with his hand, coughing as quietly as he could.
Gamzee laughed at this, pulling him closer.
“Gamz33, quit hogging the bong!”
Gamzee handed it over, still chuckling.
Meulin took it, wasting no time in greedily sucking up smoke. Once content, she
leaned back against Kurloz’s chest, purring loudly.
Kurloz placed it on the coffee table, content with sucking on his cigarette.
Meulin sucked gently on his neck, lips fixed in a smirk.
Gamzee cleared his throat, cracking his back. “You know bro, I’ve been..
Working on my voodoos some.”
Kurloz seemed to perk up at that. ‘OH, MOTHERFUCKER, THAT’S FANTASTIC! MADE ANY
PROGRESS?’
Gamzee gave a soft sigh a soft sigh. “I mean, I think so… haven’t really been
able to test it out, if you know what I mean.”
Kurloz hummed in sympathy. He glanced between Karkat and Meulin, a coy smile
forming on his lips. ‘WE COULD PLAY A GAME WITH THEM, IF YOU WANT.”
Meulin grinned at the suggestion.
Gamzee frowned, running his tongue over his teeth. “What did you have in mind?”
Kurloz gestured to Karkat with his cigarette. ‘SEE WHAT YOU CAN GET HIM TO DO
WITHOUT FLAT OUT SAYING IT.’ He looked down at Meulin. ‘AND I’LL TRY TO DO THE
SAME TO HER.’ He bobbed his head from side to side some, thinking. ‘MAKE HIM
RAISE HIS ARM.’ Kurloz made sure to transmit the command to Gamzee alone.
Gamzee paused, nodding slowly. “Okay…” He glanced down at Karkat, frowning.
“You okay with that, bro?”
Karkat hesitated, swallowing. “I mean…” He swallowed. “I trust you.”
Gamzee smiled. “Thank you, brother.” With that, he reached into Karkat’s mind
with his psychics.
Karkat choked as he started to twitch. He stared at Gamzee out of the corner of
his eye, trying to bite back his panic.
Gamzee shooshed him, brushing his hair with his fingers. He closed his eyes,
setting is jaw as he focused. The twitching grew more focused onto Karkat’s
arm.
Gamzee’s eyes lit up in joy. He grinned at Kurloz, who smiled back.
‘KEEP GOING.’
Gamzee nodded, focusing back on Karkat.
“G-Gamzee-” Karkat sputtered.
Gamzee ignored him, intent on making that arm rise. After what must have been
minutes, it drifted into the air. “HELL YES!” Gamzee shouted, beaming.
Karkat gasped as his body was released.
Kurloz nodded, clapping his hands together. He glanced down at Meulin, and in a
second, her arm shot stiffly into the air.
Gamzee’s smile faded.
‘AWW, COME ON, BROTHER, NO NEED TO COMPARE US. LET’S KEEP PRACTICING.’
Gamzee nodded, blood pumping in pride and excitement.
Karkat shuddered, crossing his arms over his chest.
Kurloz looked Karkat up and down. ‘MAKE HIM KISS YOU.’
Gamzee pulled Karkat against his chest, humming lovingly. He went back into
Karkat’s mind, finding his nervous system again. After a little trial and
error, he was able to discern what controlled Karkat’s head and face.
Karkat pulled back, a little less twitching this time. With shaky lips, he
kissed Gamzee.
Gamzee grinned, hugging him affectionately once more.
Kurloz’s smile broadened. ‘SEE, BROTHER? YOU’RE A NATURAL.’ He glanced down at
Meulin.
Without discourse, Meulin attached her mouth to Kurloz’s.
Gamzee gave a determined huff. “What now?”
Kurloz paused, chewing on his lip. ‘MAKE HIM STROKE YOUR HORNS.’
Gamzee nodded, holding Karkat stiffly.
As before, Karkat’s hands trembled as they slowly made their way to Gamzee’s
horns.
Karkat’s eyes were wide, his heart pounding in his head.
And as before, Meulin mirrored Karkat’s actions.
‘DOING WELL, BROTHER. VERY WELL, INDEED.’
Gamzee nodded, letting his eyes close as Karkat stroked his horns. He could
feel his body beginning to heat at the touch.
Kurloz’s eyes lidded. ‘MAKE HIM TOUCH YOUR STOMACH.’
Gamzee stared at Kurloz out of the corner of his eye.
Like clockwork, Karkat shakily followed the command. He ran his hands under
Gamzee’s shirt, lips parted.
Gamzee gave a soft sigh. His bulge started to unwind from his sheath. Without
waiting for Kurloz’s next order, he moved Karkat’s hands slowly from under his
shirt and into his pants.
‘GOOD INTUITION, BROTHER. GOOD INTUITION.’ Kurloz had already proceeded with
Meulin, who was now tugging his pants down. ‘NOW, SEE HOW MUCH YOU CAN DO
WITHOUT HIS HANDS SHAKING?’
Gamzee breathed in through his nose, exhaling heavily as he shifted himself up
so Karkat could strip his pants off.
After the clothing fell to the floor, Karkat moved back into Gamzee’s lap. By
now his eyes had turned into fully purple, shining and shimmering with Gamzee’s
control.
Karkat started to calm. He glanced up, to see Kurloz staring at him. His hands
went to Gamzee’s bulge. They pumped it quickly, rising a moan from Gamzee.
Gamzee did his best to not let his control fall as Karkat pleasured him.
Somehow, the little shakes and twitches Karkat’s fingers gave made the
experience all the more enjoyable. But… if he was going to try and impress
Kurloz, he had to iron out the kinks. He made Karkat’s pace slow, taking long,
controlled strokes instead. He glanced at Kurloz, spotting Meulin between his
brother’s legs and hard at work. He leaned back, taking a deep breath. He
forced Karkat to repeat the same motion, over and over, until he seemed to
perform it smoothly. He then quickened the pace.
Karkat rolled his hips against his calves, lower body free of Gamzee’s
influence. Somehow… this level of control was extremely erotic. If terrifying.
He felt himself wanting to lick at Gamzee’s bulge, and grew thoroughly
frustrated that he had lost the initiative to do it himself.
Kurloz took a drag from his joint, free hand laced in Meulin’s thick hair. He
let his head rest against the back of the sofa, reveling in the way Meulin’s
tongue stroked his bulge so nicely. He allowed her to touch herself, and soon
enough, the thick scent of her pheromones filled the room.
Karkat gave a soft sigh as Gamzee finally allowed him to lick at his bulge. It
was uncoordinated at best, but that was okay.
After only a few laps, however, Gamzee brought Karkat to stand.
Karkat pushed down his jeans, per Gamzee’s command, before sitting in his lap.
He gave a low hum as Gamzee pressed into his nook.
Kurloz seemed content with Meulin taking him down his throat, and pleasuring
her via voodoos. He could detect her breath growing ragged, and he begrudgingly
paused her. He stood, moving to the back of the room and shuffling through
cabinets until he found a bucket. He returned with it, placing it under
Meulin’s raised hips. He couldn’t help brush his fingers along the slick folds
of her nook, rising a happy mewl.
Meulin gasped, bucking her hips against Kurloz’s touch. With that, combined
with his voodoos, it wasn’t long until she spilt slurry into the pail below
her.
Kurloz sighed happily at the sight, sinking back into his seat.
Meulin recovered from her orgasm rather quickly, sitting back on her heels. She
wrapped her lips around Kurloz’s bulge once more, bobbing her head down it
enthusiastically.
Karkat whined as Gamzee pounded into him, able to do little more than roll his
hips in response.
A heat had been long since pooling in his stomach. He stared at the pail Kurloz
had brought from the corner of his eye, eyebrows tilting up.
Gamzee followed his gaze, smirking. “Close, motherfucker?”
Karkat whined in affirmation, fists curled around Gamzee’s shirt.
Gamzee chuckled, voice beaming with pride. “Well, let’s take care of you,
then.” He stood, holding Karkat to his chest, and shuffled over to the bucket.
He held Karkat over it, smiling warmly. Gamzee wrapped his hand around Karkat’s
bulge, pumping it gently.
“F-fuck!” Karkat whined, legs tensing. He gasped as red burst from his nook,
falling into the bucket.
Kurloz gave him a low stare, bulge starting to pulse inside Meulin’s throat.
Meulin sucked on it generously, hands resting on Kurloz’s thighs.
‘READY?’
Meulin nodded, ears perking up.
With that, Kurloz allowed himself to finish down her throat.
She swallowed it greedily, somehow not allowing even a drop of evidence roll
down her chin.
Kurloz gave a soft and happy sigh, unable to help the goofy smile that slipped
onto his lips.
Meulin retracted, taking deep, content breaths.
Gamzee hissed, his bulge starting to twitch inside Karkat.
Karkat gave a low trill, back arched.
“I love you-”  Gamzee managed through grit teeth, his grip tight around
Karkat’s chest.
Karkat nodded, pressing against Gamzee in reciprocation.
Gamzee sputtered a series of curses, throwing his head back as he finished.
Karkat moaned as he was filled with slurry, going limp in Gamzee’s arms.
After taking a minute to catch his breath, Gamzee pulled out of Karkat, their
combined material sloshing into the bucket. He sank into the couch, sweat
beading his face.
Kurloz smacked him on the back playfully, grinning. ‘WELL MOTHERFUCKING DONE,
BROTHER.’
Gamzee managed a laugh, his heart swelling with pride. “Thanks, brother.”
Kurloz’s smile faded some. ‘YOU’RE ON YOUR WAY TO BECOMING ONE DANGEROUS SON OF
A BITCH, YOU KNOW THAT?’
Gamzee shrugged, grin unwavering. “Runs in the family, I guess.”
Kurloz stood, offering Gamzee a hand.
Gamzee took it, hoisting himself up. He met Kurloz’s eye, slowly growing tense.
Kurloz glanced down at Karkat, giving a soft huff. Without another word, he
turned on his heel and left for the door.
Meulin followed in toe, leaving Karkat and Gamzee alone.
After standing in silence for a minute or so, Gamzee began to dress himself.
Karkat followed his example, a thick tension in the air.
“I love you.”
Karkat glanced up at Gamzee, smiling softly. “Yeah. Love you too.”
Gamzee nodded, eyes closed calmly. “Let’s… call it a day.”
“... good plan.” Karkat glanced down at his wrist, where Sollux’s number lay in
pen.
“You coming?”
“Yeah. Right behind you.”


Ghb strolled down the hall, eyes tired from work. He realized somewhere between
negotiations and his gambling time that he hadn’t seen Karkat in a couple of
days. His heavy footsteps rang down the corridor as he finally approached
Karkat’s room. He opened the door, eyes narrowing.
Karkat was passed out in the bed, clutching that little flip phone he had given
him.
Ghb walked over and took it from him, investigating the screen. Looked like the
motherfucker had figured out how to text with it.
 
CG: HEY.
TA: hii. ii wa2 2tartiing two thiink you’d blow me off.  
CG: SORRY. IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY.
TA: yeah.
CG: YOU OKAY?
TA: ii’m fiine.
CG: GOOD. WELL, NOW YOU HAVE THE NUMBER.
TA: yeah.
 
Ghb scrolled through the rest of the conversation quickly, and found it
pleasantly free of conspiracies. He closed the phone, placing it on the bedside
table. He held Karkat’s shoulder, gently shaking him.
Karkat’s eyelids slid open groggily. He glanced up at Ghb, eyebrows knitting.
He sat up, rubbing at his eye. “What… is it?” He muttered.
“Wanted to make sure a motherfucker’s fairing okay,” Ghb responded. He tilted
his head to the side, investigating the cuts and bruises on Karkat’s face and
shoulders. “What are those?”
Karkat gave a low sigh, glancing down at himself. “It’s… nothing.”
Ghb narrowed his eyes. “I asked you a question, motherfucker. Tell me, how’d
you get your fine self all cut up like that?”
Karkat swallowed, tapping his fingers on his blanket as he thought over how to
phrase this. “It was… Kurloz. Kurloz and Meulin.”
Ghb stiffened, expression tightening. “He introduced you to her?”
Karkat nodded. “Yeah… I’m… not going to tell anyone though. Don’t worry.”
Ghb shook his head, waving his hand in dismissal. “Not what I’m worried about.”
He took a huff, running his hand over his jaw. “Did he fuck with your head?”
Karkat hesitated. He took a thick swallow, nodding. “Yeah. Yeah, he did.”
Ghb scowled, gritting his teeth. “Finding yourself a masochist, I take it.”
Karkat nodded once more.
Ghb gave a low growl, eyes narrowed. He stood, fingers running through his
thick mane of hair. “Get some motherfucking sleep, kid. You look like you need
it.” With that, he departed to go confront his son.
 
Kurloz squinted at his phone, scrolling through notifications. His attention
was drawn from the device as his door creaked open.
The towering shadow of his father stood in it, gaze dull and angry. He moved
inside, having to duck down as to not hit his head or horns.
Kurloz sat up, placing his phone face down on the bed. ‘WHAT DO YOU WANT.’
Ghb sat at the foot of his son’s bed, not meeting his eye. “I hear you made
Karkat a pain whore, motherfucker.”
Kurloz scowled. ‘LIKE YOU’VE TREATED HIM BETTER. I COULD SMELL THE SLURRY ON
HIM AFTER YOUR LITTLE GAMBLING SESSION.’
Ghb clicked his tongue, huffing. “I didn’t leave him covered in scars.”
Kurloz narrowed his eyes. ‘WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE FOR, MOTHERFUCKER.”
Ghb turned to face his son, glowering. “WATCH YOURSELF!” He warned, lip curling
to advertize his teeth. “I’m here because we have ourselves a dangerous
situation. Drugged up and pain happy is not a good combination. Either you
figure out how to fix him, or he has to go into withdrawal.”
Kurloz scowled. ‘BAD IDEA. REMEMBER WHEN I WAS TRYING TO GET HAYZEL OFF
FYLOPRONE? EVEN WHEN I BARELY LOWERED THE DOSE, SHE STARTED VOMITING LIKE A
MOTHERFUCKER.’
Ghb nodded. “Oh, I know. But she wasn’t exactly a painslut either, was she?”
Kurloz’s eyes lidded, staring at his lap. ‘I CAN’T CHANGE HIM BACK. I DIDN’T
COPY HIS PAIN.’
Ghb scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Brilliant.” He covered his eyes with his hand,
huffing. “You realize what’s gonna happen if this kid dies?”
Kurloz chewed on his lip. ‘GAMZEE’S GONNA BE DEVASTATED.”
“Exactly. And he’s going to be motherfucking furious. You know he’s unstable,
brother, and if Karkat dies, he’ll be blaming either you or me. And he’s gonna
try to fucking kill us.”
Kurloz shrugged. ‘NOT LIKE HE COULD.’
“Not the point, motherfucker. If this boy dies, it is going to take Gamzee a
very motherfucking long time to forgive us.”
‘ALRIGHT, SO WHAT DO YOU SUGGEST? TAKE HIM OFF THE DRUGS AND WAIT OUT THE
SICK?’
“That, and one other thing. There’s two of him, right? This one’s from
Alternia.”
‘... RIGHT.’
“We have to find that Beforus fuck of him, copy his pain, and put it back into
Karkat.” Ghb leaned back, trying to gauge his son’s reaction.
Kurloz narrowed his eyes. ‘EASIER SAID THAN DONE, MOTHERFUCKER.’
“We’ll find a way,” Ghb grunted, standing. “But as of now, you are not going to
fuck him. You are not going to cut him, and you are not going use your voodoos
on him. Hear me?”
Kurloz chewed on the inside of his cheek, eyes lidded. ‘SURE.’
Ghb scowled. “I’ll be watching you, motherfucker. Tread carefully.”
‘ALWAYS, MOTHERFUCKER. ALWAYS.’
Ghb gave a short nod, before closing the door. He scowled, kicking at the
carpet as he walked. Why did his plans always… backfire.
Get Gamzee a fuck toy.
Seemed real motherfucking simple.
Gamzee liked Karkat.
Karkat was already a drugged up bitch.
Seemed fucking perfect. And yet, somehow his plan kept screwing up.
He leaned against the wall, pulling a cigar from his back pocket. He started
chewing on it, deep in thought.
If only Gamzee didn’t… care about him so much. At least that would leave room
for error, and an opportunity to try again.
No, what Gamzee needed wasn’t a troll he liked… it was a troll he  hated.
Ghb started tapping his foot, smile slowly broadening.
Maybe he just needed to get his son a good old fashioned kismesis. But… that
thought could wait until tomorrow.
Chapter End Notes
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     Also, wow, dawg, thanks for almost 400 kudos, holy shit.
***** Chapter 26 *****
Chapter Notes
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CC: Hey, Amshora. You kinda dropped off the face of the fucking earth. What’s
the deal.
CA: … hi.
CC: Ok, fuck, so you’re not dead. Alright.
CA: Hi- fuck, sorry. I’m sorry.
CC: Did somefin happen?
CA: Ahah, yeah. Um yeah, yeah yeah haha yeah something happened
CC: ???
CA: Makaras broke in and took Karkat and were fucking terrified
CC: They- like, they just fucking kidnapped him?
CA: yeah yeah pretty much yeah
CC: Shit- I’m sorry! Why didn’t you tell me earlier?
CA: meenah i’m sorry i’m not going to film porn for you right now
CC: Oh, fuck off, Cronus. As if I was gonna ask you to do that shit right now.
But I might be able to fucking help get him back?
CA: Really? How?
CC: not sure yet, but if anyone can do it, it’s probably me. Are they putting a
ransom on him, or what was their motive?
CA: gamzee’s in love with him.
CC: Well shit. this is gonna be a pain in the ass.
CA: yeah wve don’t knowv wvhat to fucking do.
CC: i’ll… try to negotiate with his dad. If anyone has a price, it’s him.
CA: okay.
CC: great. So…
CA: so wvhat.
CC: i dunno.
CA: fantastic.
cronus_Ampora has logged off.
 
CC: oh screw you.


caustic_Crabdicator started trolling tenacious_Cripticurn
 
CC: I’m here to talk business.
TC: What do you want.
<>
CC: I want the mutant kid back.
TC: no.
CC: name your price.
TC: there isn’t one.
CC: A million.
TC: no.
CC: five million.
TC: are you deaf, sister? I DON’T WANT YOUR MOTHERFUCKING MONEY.
CC: okay, so what do you want?
TC: fuck off.
CC: immunity from law enforcement?
TC: I’ve already got that.
CC: … assistance from law enforcement?
TC: Got that too.
CC: What? Since when?
TC: Since your mother lowered their salaries.
CC: Oh.
TC: Are we done here?
CC: Ten million.
TC: you are persistent, aren’t you, motherfucker?
CC: Does ten million sound reasonable?
TC: Fuck. Off.
 
TC has blocked CC
 
CC started pestering
TC
 
CC: Fuck you too, but we need to talk about this.
TC: Oh god damn it, did you motherfucking hack me?
CC: I’ve got resources, beach. Now, I’m not leaving here until you and I come
to a resolution.
TC: Why the mother fuck do you even have your care on about him.
CC: Political reasons.
TC: Well, if we’re gonna make any progress at all, you’re going to have to get
on to telling me what those motherfucking are.
CC: … alright. I wanna make him a prawn star. Hoping it will end the
revolution, the Signless and his kids will give up out of humiliation, and we
avoid civil war.
TC: … what about the motherfucker’s brother. Why not use him instead.
CC: yeah, right, like he’s going to do shit for us until Karkat’s safe.
TC: He is safe.
CC: you’re a fucking liar, I know your fucking family.
TC: You don’t know shit.
CC: Mhm. You son of a bitch, me and my mother have covered for you countless
times, and this is the thanks we get? If he’s in such great condition, then let
him visit his brother and I’m sure everything will work out.
TC: We’re… fixing him, alright.
CC: … fixing him?
TC: WE’RE WORKING ON IT, MOTHER FUCKER. HE’S GOING TO BE FINE.
CC: What happened. You know me, Makara, I can probably help you.
CC: Makara?
CC: Makara, answer me god damn it.
TC: fine. he’s fucking dying, is that what you wanted to hear? Kurloz fucked up
his head, and he’s addicted to bait. We don’t know what to fucking do.
CC: … Jesus.
TC: we’re gonna try to get the beforus version of the motherfucker, and use him
to fix the kids pan. Just dont exactly know how yet.
CC: … I think this might work out. It’s not a perfect plan- but if we can fuck
the revolution with our porn plan…. It will at least fucking help find b-
karkat.
TC: … yeah. Yeah, I guess it would.
CC: So, are you going to let him die? Or are you going to work with me.
TC: Once this is all over… I want him back.
CC: If all goes well… fine.
TC: Great. Fuck…. Fuck, Gamzee’s not gonna like this.
CC: He’s not gonna like a dead matesprit either. How should we pick him up.
TC: he’s… going back to the amporas, i assume.
CC: correct.
TC: Have all three show up with all the cash they have.
CC: cash? So you want money all of a sudden? And… why all three?
TC: listen, motherfucker. I don’t trust them for one motherfucking second. I’ll
return it once and if the kid comes back alive. An extra… incentive, for the
motherfuckers. And i want every single motherfucking one of them to know i’m…
serious.
CC: … if it helps you sleep at night. But hurt a single one of them and the
deal’s off. How long do I have, and could I get an address?
TC: a week, and 3184 Mauve.
CC: I’m on it.
 
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CC: Cronus.
CA: wvhat.
CC: I worked it out with him. He’ll give Karkat back for all the cash you have.
His address is 3184 Mauve st.
CA: really? It wvas that easy?
CC: He does have… one condition. He wants all three of you Amshoras to give it
to him personally.
CA: oh fuck that.
CC: Don’t worry, we have a deal. It’s off if he hurts you.
CA: Meenah, that man is a fucking lunatic. That family is nothing but fucking
lunatics. And, not that I’m not terrified to go there myself, but I don’t want
to risk them hurting Eridan.
CC: Fine. Cronus- he said he’s dying. Kurloz fucked with his head, and he’s
turning into a baithead. If you don’t do it fucking soon, the kid might die
before you get the chance.
CA: holy shit
CC: think about it.
CA: uh… yeah. Yeah ok.
CC: Good. Keep me updated.
 
Cronus took a hard hit of his cigarette, coughing.
His father glanced up at him, his fingers tightly gripping his whiskey bottle.
hands wrapped tightly around his hot chocolate.
Cronus blew smoke out his nostrils, looking his father up and down. “Dad?”
Dualscar looked up from his glass.
Eridan turned to stare at Cronus, puffy eyed.
“Meenah was able to work out an offer wvith The Grand Highblood. Wve… have to
bring him all the cash we got… but, all three of us havwe to go in person.”
Eridan’s eyes widened. “I’ll do it.”
Dualscar’s eyebrows knit. He skittishly returned his gaze to his glass,
shifting away from his family. “I… no…”
Eridan’s lip curled. “Yes.”
“I’m not… letting you… over there…” Dualscar hiccuped some, rubbing at his eyes
blearily.
“I’m not a fucking cowward, dad.”
Cronus sighed. “Listen… let’s go ovwer wvhat wve knowv. They’re fuckin’ nuts.
Check. We gotta do it fast before…” he glanced at Eridan, taking a thick
swallow. “Meenah said he’s kinda fuckin dying… they got him on bait, and Kurloz
fucked with his head… and...”
Eridan’s eyes widened in fury. “Wwhat?”He stood from the table, gritting his
teeth. “Dad, w-we fucking havve to-”
Dualscar shook his head again. “I’m not… no…”
Eridan slammed his fists on the table, clearly seething. “Fuck you! No, no, I’m
going! I don’t care!”
Dualscar’s fins drew back. His glass hit the table with a clang as he stood.
“Talk to me like that again. I dare you.”
Eridan gave a frustrated whimper, his lip curling up to display his fangs. “I’m
going!”
“Not without a ride, you’re not…” Dualscar slumped back into his seat.
“I hate you!” Eridan shouted. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! I- Sollux could
drive me- I!” Angry tears started boiling up in Eridan’s eyes.
Dualscar sneered. “You’d be wasting your time. Makara wants all of us, and I
doubt you alone would cut it. So sit down.”
Eridan gave a pathetic whine. “I’m going!”
Dualscar glared up at his son. “Sit down.”
Eridan turned around, sprinting across the room and up the stairs.
“Eridan!!” Dualscar barked, shuffling to stand.
“I’ll get him,” Cronus offered. He jogged up the stairs after his brother. He
heard him yelling inside Kankri’s room. Cronus cautiously pushed at the door,
only to have the knob ripped from his hand as Kankri threw it open.
“You selfish son of a bitch,” he snarled up at him, eyes narrowed almost to
slits, “You are going to the Makara’s residence, all fucking three of you, and
you are getting my brother back, or I will rip those fucking gills off of your
stupid fucking face!”
Cronus’s head drew back, shocked.
Kankri snarled, shoving him backwards. He flashed him a middle finger, before
stalking down the stairs to find Dualscar.
Dualscar glanced up as Kankri approached him, but before he could react, the
back of Kankri’s hand struck his face. “You are going to bring my brother home,
and you are going to do it right THE FUCK NOW!”
Dualscar blinked, a hand going to his bruising cheek. He stared up at Kankri,
clearly taken aback.
Kankri grabbed him by the tie, pulling him in close. “Say it.”
Dualscar wasn’t sure whether to laugh or to cry. He settled on a little of
both.
This was apparently the wrong answer, earning another angry slap. “SAY IT!”
Dualscar had a couple of options at this point. He could beat Kankri to the
ground in a second, and probably ruin their relationship forever, he could tell
Kankri no, also… probably ruin their relationship… or he could just agree. In
his drunken state, he went with the easiest answer. “I… okay… I’ll... fuck…”
Kankri’s lips drew back, his nose crinkled in a snarl. “Damn fucking straight
you will. Now get in that fucking car.”
Dualscar hissed through his teeth, eyes rolling up. “Kid, Meenah hasn’t given
me… the money… yet…”
Kankri laughed, his fists curling around his tie. “In that case, you are going
to pay him out of your own fucking pocket. Hell, you’re going to get on your
fucking knees and take his goddamn bulge if you have to. I don't  fucking care,
Ampora, but you are getting my brother back. You owe me that.”
Dualscar raised his hands in defense, gritting his teeth. He supposed Meenah
would… probably pay him back. “Okay, okay, fuck…”
“Car. Now.” Kankri straightened. “I’m driving, because it seems I’m the only
one with a licence in this house who isn’t drunk out of their mind.”
Dualscar could agree with that. He choked as Kankri pulled him to his feet by
his tie, using it as a leash to drag him towards the front door. He continued
down the steps, before practically throwing him against Cronus’s sports car.
“Where’s the money.”
Dualscar winced, hissing. “Just… just relax a little, okay? Fuck… I’ve… got a
safe under a tile in my closet. It’s got a hole in it, should be… easy enough
to spot. The code is 218-210-215.”
Kankri stared back at him. “2-15. Cronus’s wriggling day. All of yours, I
assume?”
Dualscar nodded weakly.
Kankri rolled his eyes. “Basic.” He stalked back into the estate, climbing up
to the second floor. His eyes fixed on Cronus, bickering with Eridan. “You two,
car, now. Dualscar’s already there, we’re leaving in five.”
Eridan gave one more glance at Cronus, before racing down the steps.
“Hey, wvhoa, wvait!” Cronus chased after him.
Kankri kicked open the door to the master bedroom, promptly treading over to
the closet. He got down on his knees, removing the aforementioned tile. He
punched in the combination. It sprung open as promised. Kankri’s eyebrows
furrowed at what he saw. Taped to the back, there was a photo of… Dualscar?
With another seadweller next to him. Then beneath it, a bulging envelope.
Kankri frowned, picking it up. He popped the envelope open, the sticker holding
it shut practically useless from age. He fished out a letter.
 
Dear Meenah, Cronus here! I really liked meeting you at the beach! And I can’t
believe you’re a real princess! That’s so cool! Thank you for giving me your
mailing address by the way! I can’t wait to be penpals! Yours-
Cronus!
 
Kankri flipped it in his hand. The date would have been well before Cronus was
hatched…
So… Dualscar was Cronus senior. Real fucking creative. He stuffed the letter
back into the envelope, and forced it in the pocket of his sweater. He stared
around the room, his eye catching on a large and expensive looking briefcase.
He crawled over to it and popped it open. He started shuffling money inside,
and threw a few pieces of jewelry in for good measure. Once he had gotten every
last item of monetary value, he kicked the safe shut and stood. He threw the
briefcase over his shoulder, and departed to the car.
 
Dualscar sat in the back seat with Cronus begrudgingly, Eridan claiming
shotgun.
He seemed much more eager about this whole thing than either of them.
Dualscar’s eyes flicked outside as Kankri emerged.
Kankri opened the car door, eyes fixing on the ignition, where Cronus oh so
lovingly had left the keys. He tossed the briefcase in back, and started the
car. “Address?” He demanded.
“Uhm…” Cronus fumbled with his phone, scrolling through his texts with Meenah.
“3184, Mauve st.”
Kankri plugged the coordinates into the car’s built in GPS, revving the engine.
With a jolt, he lurched down the driveway.  
 
Kankri slammed on the brakes once they arrived at the manor. He forcefully put
the car in park and ripped the keys out of the ignition. He threw open the car
door, stalking up to the entrance of the estate.
The Amporas filed after him.
“OPEN THE FUCK UP!!” Kankri shouted, banging on the door with his fist.
It slowly opened, to reveal an enormous subjugglator with a cigarette between
his teeth, and half of his head shaved. “What do you need?”
Kankri snarled. “To talk to your fucking boss. Let me through.”
The troll stared at him dully. “Under what orders.”
Kankri took a deep breath in attempt to calm himself. “We’re here to negotiate
a ransom.” He pulled the briefcase from Cronus, popping it open to show off the
contents.
The troll raised an eyebrow. He shuffled through it some, as if to check for
weapons. Once content, he waved them inside.
The four followed him through the house, before being taken to some kind of…
chapel/office.
Ghb sat in a throne at the front. Fucking god complex motherfucker.
Kankri pushed past their escort, throwing the case to the middle of the floor.
“Where is he.”
Ghb took a hit from his cigar, eyes lidded. A grin spread across his lips as he
focused on the three Amporas. “No need to be so…testy, my cherry blooded
brother.” As he spoke, smoke was exhaled, curling up and joining the already
heady atmosphere.
Truthfully, Kankri was positive that if he wasn’t on a high of rage and
adrenaline, he’d be muggy headed. “Oh, go FUCK YOURSELF, where is my brother?!”
Ghb sighed, standing. He easily towered over all four of them, expression
dulled into a controlling calm. Then his eyes started to glow.
Kankri gasped, feeling his entire body go completely numb. He cried out in rage
as he struck the floor.
The Amporas stared in horror, taking a couple steps back.
Ghb looked to each of them, before shrugging. He pulled a phone from his back
pocket, taking a minute or so to message someone.
Eridan swallowed, moving to help Kankri to his feet-
“-Leave him,” Ghb muttered, not so much as bothering to look up.
Eridan hesitated, before sinking away.
Kankri gave a pathetic whine, angry tears welling up in his eyes.
Ghb put his phone into his back pocket, gaze returning to the seadwellers.
“It’s going to be a minute or so, motherfuckers.” He took long, heavy steps
down the stairs of his podium. “I’d ask you to entertain me…” his eyes shifted
to Dualscar. “But I hear you’re not the funniest motherfuckers.”
A pit formed in Dualscar’s stomach, skin crawling like he’d never felt it. All
those years, working under this son of a bitch… he’d never been as scared of
him as he was now.
Ghb turned his attention away from Dualscar for the time being. “... Eridan,
right?” Ghb muttered, lips twisting into a sick smile.
Eridan took a step back, looking at the floor. “Mhm…” he managed, arms crossing
over his chest.
“Good to have the… motherfucking pleasantries out of the way, then.” He started
to move closer, but Dualscar stepped in his way. Ghb stared down at him
dangerously.
Dualscar hissed, looking at the ground. “Not… stay away from my fucking kid,
Grand,” Dualscar pleaded. His voice came across as far too desperate to be
taken as commanding.
Ghb cracked a grin, releasing a low chuckle through grit teeth. “Step aside,
Dual.”
Dualscar shook his head, not looking up to meet his eye.
Ghb nodded, running his tongue over his teeth.
And just like that, Dualscar went numb. He grit his teeth, striking the floor
alongside Kankri.
Eridan gasped, terrified, and stumbled away from the man.
Ghb gave a mock pout at the boy’s terror. His facade shifted to a predatory
sneer once more.
Cronus felt himself start to panic. He knew that fucking look… god, damn it,
“Ey!”
Ghb turned to glance at Cronus, eyes narrowed.
“Listen… wvhatevwer you wvant, I’ll co-operate… just… fuck, leave him alone,
okay? Okay?”
Ghb rolled his eyes, continuing to stare down Eridan.
Cronus glanced down at his Kankri and Dualscar on the floor, taking a shaky
breath. He moved between Eridan and Ghb, eyes wide.
Ghb gave a shallow sigh.
His interest seemed to peak, however, as Cronus dropped to his knees. “Let me
entertain you.”
Ghb looked Cronus up and down, releasing a deep chuckle.
On the floor, Kankri couldn’t see exactly what was going on. However, it didn’t
take a genius to figure it out. He knew how this was going to turn out, and he
really wished he could be a spectator for this.
Dualscar, on the other hand, only grit his teeth, eyes fixed on the tile floor.
God… damn it. He managed a low gurgle in the back of his throat, but was unable
to enunciate his protest.
Ghb glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, smirking as he wrapped a hand
around Cronus’s head.
Eridan felt a pit form in his stomach. He took the opportunity to scramble to
the far end of the room, his heart pounding in his chest.
Ghb eased his bulge out of his sheathe, reveling in the way Cronus’s eyes
widened at the sight.
Dualscar gave another distressed mutter, scrunching his eyes shut.
Cronus hesitantly took Ghb’s bulge in his hands, eyebrows furrowing as he
thought about how the fuck he was supposed to go about this. He settled with
running his tongue along the underside. His eyes strained to keep locked on
Ghb’s expression, trying to gauge any potential… mood swings.
For now though, Grand’s eyes were half lidded in pleasure as Cronus’s cool
tongue moved on the underside of his bulge. There were a few tense minutes of
him repeating the action before the hand in his hair tugged him back and
pressed the tip between Cronus’s lips.
Cronus’s breath hitched in his throat as he could taste pre material leaking
down his throat. He swallowed hard as he slowly moved down Ghb’s bulge, taking
inch by inch of it. Every so often, he choked and had to pull back a few inches
to regain his breath. Another glance at Ghb’s face told Cronus that he needed
to hurry up and get to it. The gills on his neck fluttered in vain attempts to
breathe as Cronus moved further down the bulge, swallowing every so often.
Ghb smirked, glancing at Dualscar behind his shoulder. Oh, that motherfucker
must hatehim right now… his grip on Cronus’s hair tightened.
Cronus took a thick swallow, jaw straining as he tried to make sure he wouldn’t
scrape the thing with his teeth. Oh. Oh that would be a fucking death sentence,
wouldn’t it?
Ghb gently bobbed Cronus’s head up and down, trying to work past the kid’s gag
reflex.
He sighed, bulge squirming in impatience. Ugh, if only Cronus would relax, he
bet his mouth would open like it was nothing. He wondered if he could sorta
just…
Cronus took a sharp breath as his face lost feeling. As predicted, his muscles
loosened.
“There we go…” Ghb purred, brushing a strand of Cronus’s hair out of his face.
Cronus could only stare as Ghb continued taking short little thrusts into his
mouth. He gave a low whine around it, sending shallow vibrations through the
man’s bulge.
Ghb released a soft sigh, hips rolling rhythmically. “Yeah… scream for me
motherfucker, SCREAM YOUR MOTHERFUCKING HEAD OFF!” he growled, claws
threatening to pierce Cronus’s scalp.
Cronus whimpered once more, doing what he could to keep Ghb pleasured.
Ghb hummed. He glanced at Eridan, who could only stare, a grimace plastered on
his face. Ghb sneered, making eye contact with him. He looked Eridan up and
down, pausing as an idea came to him. He closed his eyes, in hopes Eridan
wouldn’t see the way they flashed.
Eridan felt his head go foggy for a second. He stumbled back, bracing himself
against the wall. He felt unable to look away from Cronus and The Grand
Highblood, choking as his bulge unwound from his sheathe. He covered his mouth
with his hand in attempt to suppress a soft moan.
Ghb couldn’t help but grin, tongue rolling over his teeth. “Wanna see me fuck
his throat, Eridan?” He growled, sneering.
Eridan flushed, eyes going wide. “W-what?”
Ghb rolled his eyes, holding Cronus’s head still. He continued staring Erian
down, waiting for a response.
Eridan took a heavy swallow, feeling his skin crawl. “Um…” His bulge squirmed
in his pants. He whined, managing a quick nod.
Ghb smirked, his grip on Cronus’s hair tightening. Without further hesitation,
he began to slam Cronus’s head down his length.
Cronus coughed and sputtered around it, bracing his hands on Ghb’s thighs.
Kankri narrowed his eyes some, a strange feeling of schadenfreude settling in
his gut. He allowed himself to take satisfaction in this.
Eridan covered his eyes with his hands as the sound of his brother’s throat
getting fucked filled the room. He took heavy breaths, feeling himself start to
tremble.
Ghb grit his teeth, an animalistic growl rising in his throat. He held Cronus’s
head down on his bulge for a few seconds, relaxing as he released.
Cronus choked, fins prickling as fluid was flooded down his throat.
Ghb just stared at him, waiting for him to swallow.
Cronus struggled to do so, finally managing to take large gulps.
“There we go…” Ghb grumbled, pulling Cronus’s head back.
Cronus gasped when released, collapsing to the floor.
Ghb waited for him to recover, before helping him up. He released a low
chuckle, Cronus refusing to meet his eye. “Just like your motherfucking
father,” he growled, giving Cronus a rough smack on the back. He sneered,
tucking his bulge back into his pants and walking back up to his throne. He
gave a grin, staring down at his guests. His smile slowly faded. “He’ll be here
soon. Just gotta wait it the motherfuck out.”
Chapter End Notes
     Huehuehueheuheue, guess who figured out HTML! Is it better like this,
     or nah?
***** Chapter 27 *****
Chapter Summary
     Short chapter is short. Buuut... it was also a nice place to end it,
     I feel.
Kurloz hummed, lips pressed against Karkat’s neck as he held him.
Gamzee let smoke pour down his chest, staring hazily into space.
Karkat rested his head against Kurloz’s shoulder, content with sitting in his
lap. He slowly let his eyes close, slumping.
Kurloz smiled warmly at this, planting a soft kiss between Karkat’s horns.
Gamzee glanced over, stone faced.
Kurloz met his eye, smiling. He pulled out his phone, having felt it buzz.
TC: Kurloz, do you got the kid.
TC: :o? YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER, HE’S WITH ME AND GAMZEE.
TC: Good, good. Bring him to my office.
TC: WHAT FOR.
TC: Do not QUESTION ME, MOTHERFUCKER. Just bring him down.
TC: … UNDERSTOOD.
 
Kurloz sighed, hoisting Karkat up as he stood.
“What is it,” Gamzee muttered, placing his bong on the floor.
‘DAD WANTS KARKAT IN THE CHAPEL.’
Gamzee narrowed his eyes. “And why’s that?”
‘WOULDN’T SAY.’ He held Karkat close to his chest. ‘COME WITH ME.’
Gamzee nodded, rising to his feet. “You read my motherfucking mind.”
Kurloz smiled. He gave Gamzee one last glance, before departing.
 
“Don’t look at me like that.”
Cronus turned away from Grand, scowling.  
Ghb took a hit from his cigar, glancing at the door.
As if on cue, it opened.
Kurloz stepped into the chapel, eyes drifting across the Amporas. ‘WHAT IS
THIS.’
Ghb let smoke pour out his nostrils, bobbing his head from side to side. “A...
negotiation.”
Kurloz’s grip tightened around Karkat. ‘OVER WHAT?’
Ghb’s gaze settled on Karkat.
Kurloz scowled, taking a step back. ‘NO- NO, YOU’RE NOT GOING TO SELL HIM BACK
TO THESE SONS OF BITCHES, ARE YOU?’
Gamzee pushed into the room behind Kurloz. He stiffened as he registered the
Amporas.
Ghb put a finger over his lips, moving towards Kurloz. “Put him down, brother.”
Kurloz shook his head, eyes going wild.
“Kurloz. Put him DOWN!” Ghb grabbed Kurloz by the sleeve, lip curling to
advertise his teeth.
Kurloz snarled, eyes flashing purple as he made a desperate attempt to
incapacitate his father.
Ghb only stared down at him, going completely stone faced.
In a second, Kurloz went numb. He managed to keep his balance, eyes locked on
his father as he tried desperately to fight it. However, after a minute or so,
he was forced to collapse.
Ghb tisked, taking Karkat from Kurloz’s arms.
“No.”
Ghb glanced up at Gamzee, giving a low sigh.
Gamzee’s fists shook as he clenched them, rage making his eyes go wild. He
turned to stare at the Ampora family, finger twitching. He met Dualscar’s eye,
squinting.
Dualscar wailed, hands shooting to his head as an intolerable ringing began to
shriek in his mind. He thrashed about on the ground, screaming in bursts as his
breath became laborious.
Karkat whined, struggling slightly in Ghb’s arms, “Gamzee!” His full lips fell
into a pout and he reached from the highblood’s arms to pat at Gamzee’s face,
“No! S- stop it!” His voice was soft, nearly breathy as he attempted to calm
him.
Slowly, Dualscar stopped his screaming and his thrashing. His breathing was
still fast and he occasionally flinched, but the noise in his head had stopped.
Gamzee bit back a snarl, eyes squinting shut.
“Thank you,”Karkat whispered. He gave Gamzee what he hoped was an appeasing
smile.
Gamzee looked away, a dangerous spark in his eye.
Ghb glanced at Gamzee, sighing. He squatted down on one knee, so that he could
look him face to face. “Do you know why I’m doing this?”
Gamzee choked, shaking his head.
“Because I care about you, motherfucker.” He glanced at Kurloz, huffing.
‘BECAUSE KURLOZ WAS HURTING HIM. AND I KNOW IT WAS KILLING YOU,’ he
telepathized to Gamzee, not wanting Kurloz to hear in.
Gamzee squinted his eyes shut, taking short, infuriated breaths.
“He’s still gonna be in your life motherfucker. He’s just going to be
somewhere… safer.”
Gamzee managed a quick nod, unable to help the angry tears that boiled over his
eyes. He covered his face with his hands, sinking away into a corner. Ghb
straightened, turning back to face the Amporas. “What are you willing to
trade.”
Dualscar shuddered, his gaze drifting back to the briefcase.
Ghb chuckled at that, shaking his head. “You didn’t really think I ever wanted
your money, did you?”
Dualscar went pale.
“I MOTHERFUCKING TRIED- to tell that to fish bitch, BUT SHE JUST WOULDN’T LET
UP.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “No… I want something to take his place.”
His smile faltered. “I want one of you.”
Dualscar froze on the ground, breath hitching in his throat. Makara had to be
joking. “Vhat do you mean?”
“I meant what I said, motherfucker. I want one of yours, Ampora. You, or one of
your sons, are staying here. Call it compensation for taking away such a pretty
toy from us.” His large fingers caressed Karkat and made him shiver. “So, make
the choice.” Something in Grand’s eyes twinkled at him.
Dualscar opened his mouth to reply but was frozen still. Flashing in his mind
was a sort of vision. There he was, dressed in the stupidest French Maid
outfit. Bowed down in between Grand and...was that his ex-kismesis? Either way,
he was getting moved in between their bulges, eyes glowing purple and her
telltale symbol on his forehead. He could almost feel it as they poured slurry
down his throat, chuckling at him. The scene changed and he was standing next
to Grand, eyes empty and bulge out with a ring on it. He seemed to be serving
at some grand party, a platter of snacks on his hands as he waited on the
highbloods. Every so often, one of the highbloods would pull him down onto
their laps and fuck him for a few minutes, making him spill the remaining
snacks. When the snacks would spill, his mind would get invaded by at least
four different presences, all focused on making him repent. Dualscar saw whines
and prayers leave his lips, drippled out as some purpleblood fucked his nook.
He saw himself sleeping on the floor next to the Grand Highblood’s bed, sitting
in a plush bed almost like an animal. No, exactly like an animal. Occasionally,
a hand would come down and yank his head up, only to fill his mouth with a
bulge. Once it was in, Dualscar saw himself stay up, complacently sucking on
the bulge in his mouth. He saw himself whither away, he saw himself forgotten
by the world around him.
He twitched as he came out of the vision, but just as quickly went back under.
This time it wasn’t him in the Makara’s service, but Cronus.
Cronus was thrown into a dark room, far too tiny to be comfortable. His jaw was
forced open, and a ring gag was jammed between his teeth. Cronus whined, teary
eyed. But then his eyes went blank. That purple glow illuminated his irises,
and he slowly aligned his mouth to a small hole in the door.
Oh god. Oh, god, no…
He saw a sick compilation of his son’s mouth being used, then of him being
taken out and drugged to hell and back. Occasionally it would be Kurloz
drugging him, and his son’s eyes would glow as he’d whimper out, “I-is master
happy wvith my servwices?”
“I’m a good little wvhore,” He laughed, high as a kite on a stranger’s lap. He
saw him trading his body for drugs, and he saw him with Kurloz. He saw Kurloz
hurt him. Carving him, until it was utterly apparent whose property he was. He
was the Makara whore. Within a matter of minutes, he saw Cronus’s youth decay
and wither, he saw the drugs reducing him to a shell. And then he was thrown
out. Well into adulthood at that point, and completely… ruined.
He gasped, snapped from the vision again. He managed to glance at Eridan, a pit
forming in his stomach. Oh, god, no, he didn’t want to see this.
He saw Eridan. He was given a nice looking bed and a nice looking dinner. He
saw him and Gamzee… apparently in some kind of kismesitude. They went back and
forth, kissed, fought… but nothing terrible. He saw himself returning to the
residence, meeting with Ghb. Ghb asked Eridan if he would like to go home. And
then it was over.
Dualscar returned to the world, vision bleary.
“One week.” Ghb said, holding out a single finger. “No drugs. No scars. And
then he can decide to go home with you.”
Dualscar shakily rose up, limbs trembling from all that he had been forced to
see. A heavy inhale and his violet eyes glanced up at Grand, “You got ta
promise me, that no harm’s going to come to him.”
Grand waved him off, grinning broadly, “Deal. No harm will come to him, and at
the end of the week he decides if he wants to come home or not.”
He glanced behind him at Eridan leaning against a pillar, and to Kankri glaring
at him. Then he directed his gaze forward, to where Cronus was still under
Grand’s throne. “Deal.” His eyes narrowed and he stuck out his hand.
Grand shook it, grinning. He dropped Karkat to the floor, where he managed to
stand.
Dualscar sighed as he turned around, eyes dark as he made his way to his
youngest son. Pressing his lips to his son’s forehead, Dualscar sighed, eyes
squinting shut. “You knov I lowe you right?”
“Yeah, I knoww dad.” Eridan swallowed, his fists curling around Dualscar’s
sleeves. “If… if it means Kar’s gonna be okay, I don’t care.”
Dualscar nodded, pulling his son to his chest. He rocked back and forth, taking
deep breaths. “It’s all gonna be okay, Danny- It’s gonna be fine.”
Karkat took slow steps towards Kankri, shuddering as he stared down at him.
Kankri felt the most wonderful sense of relief lift off his shoulders as the
feeling returned to his body. He bit back a sob, pulling Karkat into his arms.
Karkat held him, expressionless.
“Let’s g9 h9me.”
***** Chapter 28 *****
Chapter Summary
     And now, the start of a new arc.
Kankri’s fists trembled as he stared down at his brother, fast asleep. He
dabbed at his cuts with disinfectant, his heart twisting in pity and
compassion. He rubbed at his brother's hand, eyebrows furrowed. “Karkat…” He
whispered, resting his head against his brother’s chest. He let the sound of
Karkat's heartbeat flood his ears. Somehow, he found it comforting. Karkat was
here. He was with him- he was alive. He had been scarred, drugged, and
brainwashed. But he was still alive, and that’s meant there was hope for
recovery. He... they, could get through this.
Karkat’s eyes fluttered open. He glanced down at Kankri, smiling softly.
Kankri held him, taking a thick swallow. “You’re going to be okay… you’re gonna
be fine, okay?” He offered a strained smile.
Karkat managed a soft laugh. “I know.”
Kankri took a deep breath, shuddering. “I mean, you’re out of that house now.
You’re here…”
“I’m here, with rapists and druggers. How safe.” His tone was as dry as sand,
making Karkat snicker.
Kankri stared at him, false smile melting. “What?”
Karkat looked up at the ceiling, choking out another laugh. “The Amporas were
fucking drugging us, Kankri. This whole fuckingtime-” He shook his head,
managing another dark chuckle.
Kankri felt his skin prickle. He turned to stare at the floor, the pieces
falling into place.
He wanted to question him- question how he knew... but he didn't need any
further explanation. It all made too much... fucking sense. 
The roll of bandages dropped, rolling silently into the corner. He felt himself
choke up, fingers shaking as he clenched his fists. He shot to his feet, his
rage finally spilling over. Angry tears welled up in his eyes as he marched
towards Cronus’s room. Banging on his door, Kankri blinked his eyes and stifled
a whimper. “Cronus- I- let me in!”
Cronus took a few seconds to shuffle over, before finally opening the door
“Hey, Kan. Wvhat’s-” he winced as a fist struck his chest. “Owv, shit- babe,
wvhat the fuck?!”
“Don’t you dare fucking call me babe!” Kankri snarled, face heating with rage,
“When were you planning on telling me, huh? When I was addicted? When I
couldn’t remember my name? When I couldn’t remember anything?” He punched
Cronus’s chest again, “I’ll kill you- you bastard, I’ll kill you!”
“Wvhat are you...oh.” He paused, “Wvho told you?”
“Why is that your first reaction!” Kankri yelled, snarling, “To question me
instead of apologizing?!” He pushed him and pushed him hard. A harsh laugh
curled from his lips. "No. Fuck it, never mind, I don't want your excuses. Fuck
you, Cronus Ampora. Fuck. You." 
“Look, babe, just, just calm dowvn.” The seadweller put his hands out, almost
in surrender, as he stepped back into his room.
“Calm down. That’s all you have to say to me- You’ve been drugging me for sex-
you and your sick fucking family kept using me, again, and again, and you never
told me why I wanted it!” Tears splattered against his sweater, “And- Karkat,
how could you, you said he was like a son to you- How could you, you
MONSTER!”Kankri wailed, pushing Cronus back with all his strength. He grabbed a
lamp from the bedside table, rearing it over his head as a weapon.
“Kankri, STOP!” Cronus shouted, moving his arms up to shield himself.
“I’ll kill you, I will KILL you for this!”Kankri hissed, eyes still overflowing
with tears.
“I THREW THEM AWAY!” Cronus yelled, moving to the far side of the room.
Kankri choked out a laugh. “Does that make it better! Do you think that makes
it better?” He shook his head, still managing hoarse laughs. “Ha, ha, ha.”His
head twitched some as he guarded the door.
Cronus put his hands to his head, eyes wide with panic. “Kankri, I’m sorry. Put
the lamp down so we can talk about this.”
Kankri shook his head slowly, eyes narrowing. “You still think you can talk
your way out of this, don’t you? You still think-”
The door opened.
Dualscar stood in the doorway, expression downcast. He looked between Kankri
and his son, seeming to gauge the situation.
Kankri looked him up and down, frozen. As soon as Dualscar moved, he swung at
him.
The lamp shade bounced off of Dualscar’s arm, and the man managed to grab hold
of it. He ripped it from Kankri’s grip, stone faced. “Sit down.”
Kankri trembled, staring at the floor angrily.
“I’m going to count to three. And you are going to sit on that bed.”
Kankri glanced up at him, eyebrows furrowing at the request.
“One.”
Cronus sat immediately.
“Tvo.”
Cronus glanced at Kankri, looking from him to the bed.
Kankri clenched his fists.
“Three.”
Kankri sat like clockwork, his blood chilling at Dualscar's tone. What was he
going to do? Try to fight the fucker? He was twice his fucking size... 
“Good... boy.”
Dualscar threw the lamp to the side, staring Kankri up and down.
Tears still streamed down his face, splattering his sweater.
“Let’s talk about this like reasonable people.”
“Reasonable people wouldn’t drug their so-called matesprits into fucking them.”
Kankri glared at Cronus, but stayed sitting. “Reasonable people would let
others leavewhen they wanted out. There aren’t enough reasonable people in this
room to have a conversation.” His words were bitter as he directed his gaze
onto his hands.
“Kankri, you’re acting fuckin crazy.” Dualscar glanced up at Cronus. “Ve never
hurt you, Kankri. And you’re threatening to fucking killhim?” He managed a low
scoff.
“You never hurt me, huh? You never-”
“Ve gave you ewerything you hawe, Kankri. We sawed your life. One veek a poor
choices doesn’t owershadov that.”
Kankri hung his head, sniffing. “Poor choices.” He shook his head, twitching.
“And our choices will get better. I promise. I just saved your little brother’s
life, Kankri.” Dualscar stared at his fists. “I traded your brother’s life with
the safety of my son-” He choked, hands covering his face. “Do you think that
was easy?” He looked to the ceiling, giving a dry laugh. “Newer… say I didn’t
do anything for you.”
Kankri took a deep breath, hanging his head. “Sorry,”he whispered.
Dualscar looked him up and down for a second. “You’re… forgiven. Just don’t act
like an ungrateful bitch.” Dualscar sneered and patted Kankri’s head, mussing
with his hair.
“Y-yeah, okay…” Kankri looked at the ground as he rose to his feet, “I’m going
to go back to Karkat, I still need to bandage his wounds.”
A cold hand latched around his wrist and tugged him back. “Don’t bother, babe,
I’m sure Dad will do that for you. You should stay here, and apologize for
trying to kill me.” Cronus gave a soft laugh, wrapping his muscled arms around
Kankri’s chest to hold him tight.
“Oh...right.” Kankri tensed in Cronus’s arms.
“Relax, I’ve nevwer hurt you before, and I’m not about to start.”
Slowly, Kankri felt the tension in his shoulders relax as he leaned against his
matesprit’s chest, “Right…”
Dualscar smiled and clapped his hands together, “You see? We came to a peaceful
resolution- and you didn’t have to assault anyone.” He narrowed his eyes. “I’m
going to go have a little… chat with your brother.”
A pinch of the cheek and Kankri felt a pang of fear that soon faded.
He turned around and exited Cronus’s room, leaving the two alone.
Karkat was messily trying to bandage himself when the door banged open. He
failed to look up, simply assuming it was his brother. “I’m sorry you had to
find out that way, Kankri, but at least you… know. Now we can recover.”
“So it was you.”
Karkat’s hands froze. He tilted his head up, staring at Dualscar. A lump formed
in his throat at the sight.
Dualscar loomed in the doorway, eyes shadowed. “I save your life… and your
response is to try and turn your brother against me.”
Karkat turned to stare at his lap, face going red in fear.
Dualscar pulled out Karkat’s arm, fingers tracing along the long scratches
running up it.
Karkat swallowed a moan, wincing.
Dualscar huffed, seating himself. He grabbed gause from the table behind him,
unraveling it. He started wrapping up Karkat’s cuts, eyebrows furrowed. “Why is
it- that whenever I try to do something nice, the world bites me in the ass for
it.”
“He needed to know.” Karkat muttered.
Dualscar continued bandaging him, huffing through his nostrils. “I knew… I knew
it was going to drop eventually. I just wish things had blown over by then.” He
sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You really have terrible timing,
kid.”
“Don’t blame me. You brought this on yourself.” Karkat narrowed his eyes as
Dualscar kept working.
“... I guess I did.” He gave a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Does it ever just
seem like the world is… pushing you along.”
Karkat glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. “What do you mean.”
Dualscar sighed, leaning back in his chair. He gave a dry laugh, slicking back
his hair. “I… didn’t want this. I just-” He laughed again, covering his face
with his hands. “I don’t know how to stop myself- in circumstances like that.”
Karkat stared at his lap. “Yeah.”
“I mean- fuck, kid… that first day…” Dualscar pinched the bridge of his nose,
giving a long sigh. “I didn’t know you were drugged- and you were just a kid-
but-”
“I wanted it.”
“... yeah.”
Karkat’s eyebrows furrowed. He assessed Dualscar, running his tongue over his
teeth. “You’re desperate, aren’t you?”
Dualscar gave another dry laugh, saying nothing.
Karkat looked to the sheets. “Do you have any more?”
“Any more what?”
“Fyloprone.”
Dualscar tilted his head to the side, glancing Karkat up and down.
“Fyloprone…?”
“The drug you were feeding me.” Karkat stared at him, shuddering. “I… I think I
need a hit.”
Dualscar straightened, eyebrows furrowing. “We didn’t… feed you drugs. We took
them.”
Karkat shook his head in confusion for a second. “What do you mean?”
“The drug- it just, made our pheromones potent as hell. We didn’t give you any
chemical.”
Karkat’s fists curled around the sheets. “So you don’t have any.” He could hear
the edge of panic to his voice.
Dualscar shook his head slowly. “No… we don’t.”
Karkat sunk back into the mattress, going tense. “Oh… god…”
Dualscar looked him up and down, standing. “What? What is it?”
Karkat trembled, eyes wide. “Give me pheromones then- it was similar- it was
close.”
Dualscar sighed, and shook his head, “We’re out. Cronus flushed all the pills
in a short act of stupidity.”
His eyes widened, body trembling, “W-what?”
“We don’t have any pheromones for you.”
“B-but, what am I going to do!” His voice jumped up an octave, “What am I going
to do? T-the Makara’s were my only source of the shit, and- and now... oh
god...” He clawed his hands through his hair, raising his legs up to his chest.
Dualscar’s eyes widened and he reached out to gently touch Karkat’s shoulder,
making him flinch, “Hey, it’s going to be okay. I… I think this means you can
kick the addiction sooner.”
Karkat whined, “But now. I care about now. I need it- Jesus Christ, please, I
need it!" He crawled into Dualscar’s lap, nibbling on his bottom lip as he
talked almost to himself, “Don’t worry, it’s fine. You highbloods give off
pheromones naturally- right? S-so... you can be my fix.” Messily, he pressed
his lips to Dualscar’s, “That’s how you can help me out, right?" 
"I... Kid- I-" 
“Fuck me! Fuck me- christ, I need it, I need a hit.” Karkat fumbled with the
buttons of Dualscar's shirt. 
Dualscar stared forward, holding the back of Karkat’s head. “Fuck… um, yeah, I
can do that.” He leaned back on the bed, chest rising.
Karkat trembled, clearly desperate. He shuffled out of his jeans, bulge already
squirming in anticipation.
Dualscar stared at the ceiling as Karkat pulled his pants to the floor. The
first thing he felt was that hot little mouth against the entrance to his
sheathe. He released a dull groan, a hand moving to cover up his face.
Karkat lapped at it, releasing a soft whimper.
Dualscar’s bulge slithered out of his sheathe and into Karkat’s waiting mouth.
Karkat sucked on it passionately, lapping up the slick material that coated it.
“C-can I ride it, sir?”
Just like old times. “Yeah- fuck- kid, knock yourself out.”
Karkat gave a giddy grin, slipping onto Dualscar’s lap. He gave a soft moan as
the bulge settled in his nook.
Dualscar rested his hands behind his head, lacing his fingers together.
Karkat rolled his hips quickly, resting his chest against Dualscar’s. He gave
quick gasps and whines, clearly building himself up. His eyes rolled up in the
back of his head and his hips twitched on top of him, “M-more, fuck me harder.”
His voice was breathy and excited.
The violetblood gripped his hips, nails digging into his skin, “O-okay.” He
inhaled deeply through his nose, hips bucking up into Karkat’s. Slowly, the
scent of salt and skin filled the room.
Karkat felt his senses growing hazy from the little pheromones he was giving
off. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.  
His nose twitched and he let out a pleasured moan, eyes slipping mostly shut,
“F-fuck- more.” His voice was now throaty, rough from the pleasure.
Dualscar grinned, slowly getting more and more into it. Reaching up, he tangled
his hand into Karkat’s hair, yanking it back to bare his neck to him, “You like
the smell of pheromones? Well you’re going to love our plan for you and your
slut of a brother.” He leaned forward and sucked on Karkat’s neck, “We’re gunna
get you in the temp service of a fuchsia.” A pause as he started to gently bite
his neck before he continued, “You get to film pretty videos while getting your
brains fucked out by a fuchsia.”
Karkat gasped, back arching when he felt Dualscar’s breath against him, “F-
fuck.” A soft gasp and his hips twitched again, starting to buck up and down on
his bulge, “P-please, I love servicing highbloods. It’s such a good place for a
mutant like me.” His eyes were half lidded and his face was bright red.
Dualscar groaned, his bulge starting to wrythe in Karkat’s nook. “Fuck- that’s
what I like to hear…”He began rolling his hips into Karkat more quickly,
earning more of those delicious yelps and chirps.
Karkat keened, doubling over on Dualscar’s stomach. “F-fuck, sir, I’m close…”
Dualscar threw his head back, taking a quick breath. “Fuck, cum. Cum
everywhere, I wanna see it.”
Karkat nodded quickly, his muscles going tight. “Fuck, fuck, fuck f-
fuck~”Karkat whined.
Dualscar narrowed his eyes as he realized Karkat had started chewing on his
lip.
Karkat moaned as he broke the skin, a short spurt of blood escaping the wound.
Dualscar sat up, expression set in a disturbed grimace.
With that, Karkat came. Red burst from his nook, coating the sheets below them.
Dualscar’s heart pounded in his chest, a small stream of blood leaking down
Karkat’s lip. He tried to think back to what Ghb had told him to do, but he was
drawing a blank.
Karkat wiped blood off on his palm, sniffing. “Sorry.”
Dualscar gave a slow nod, swallowing thickly.
Karkat shifted his hips on Dualscar’s. “So…? Are you gonna fill me, master?”
Dualscar gave a low groan at that. He allowed himself to relax as Karkat
started sucking on his collar bone. His hands snaked around Karkat’s hips,
beginning to roll them onto his bulge once more.
Karkat gave a low sigh as Dualscar moved, his nook pulsing. His hot breath
panted out on Dualscar’s skin.
Dualscar squinted his eyes shut, holding his breath. His muscles went tight,
and within seconds, he finished.
Karkat groaned at the sensation, the dull throb filling his head starting to
slow.
Dualscar planted a soft kiss on Karkat’s forehead, rising a goofy smile. He
took a shaky breath as he pulled out, placing Karkat back on the sheets. He
snagged the gauze from where he had left it, swallowing.
Karkat allowed his eyes to shut. He let a shallow purr rise in his throat as
Dualscar continued to bandage him.
Dualscar glanced down at the stained sheets, huffing. “You okay?”
Karkat nodded, lips parting. “Thank you.”
Dualscar said nothing. He gently picked Karkat up and placed him in the chair,
ripping off the soiled bed covers.
Karkat just stared, shoulders going loose.
Dualscar held the sheets, sighing. He kneeled between Karkat’s legs, gently
wiping off his thighs. A twinge of pity hit him as he went. Once satisfied, he
grabbed some clean covers from under the bed and remade it.
Karkat felt his chest warm as Dualscar moved him to the mattress, tucking him
in.
“I’ll… go get your brother to watch you. Sleep well, kid.”
Karkat nodded, snuggling into his blanket. “You too, sir. You too.”
***** Chapter 29 *****
Chapter by Fidget_sinner
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Eridan followed Gamzee cautiously down the halls. He tried not to choke at the
rancid smell of smoke and chemicals. “Wwhere are wwe goin, exactly?”
Gamze paused in his tracks, fists clenching. He set his jaw, glaring at Eridan
over his shoulder. “Shut. Up.”
Eridan stiffened. He started to fidget with his sleeve, gaze downcast. “Um- o-
okay.”
Gamzee gave a raspy laugh, turning. He lunged forward, snatching Eridan by the
scarf. “What did I just… say.” His bloodshot eyes looked between Eridan’s
terrified features. “I… don’t want to hear that stupid motherfucking accent. I
don’t want to know what wicked  retardation  spews from those lips of yours. Do
you understand?”
Eridan just blinked, fins flaring. He glanced aside, giving a short nod.
With that, Gamzee let his hands fall to his sides. He took a few short steps
back, eyes narrowed.
Eridan’s skin prickled at the sight. He set his gaze downcast, finally allowing
himself to exhale.
Gamzee continued to lead Eridan down the hall, refusing to make eye contact.
Eridan had never felt an interaction so… cold.
Gamzee threw open a door, ushering Eridan inside.
It appeared to be some kind of dorm, and was poorly kept to say the least. He
glanced up and down the bunk bed nervously, swallowing. “Am I… gonna hawe a
roommate?”
Gamzee sneered. “This wing is all but abandoned, motherfucker. No one up and
living here but rats and scum.” He gave a mock bow, eyes trained upwards. “It
suits you…  wonderfully.”   
Eridan’s face flushed. “W- what did I ewen do?”
Gamzee straightened, expression deadpan. “Are you that motherfucking dense.”
Eridan sniffled, a lump forming in his throat. “No! I- wwhy are you so mad at
me?”
Gamzee exhaled a slow breath, head shaking. He slowly approached him, steps
tense. Without warning, he snatched Eridan by the hair with both hands.
Eridan whimpered, knees buckling.
Gamzee kept his grip tight, glaring into Eridan’s eyes. “You-  broke him.  You
fucked him, and then you  BROKE HIM.  That. Is what you motherfucking did.”
Eridan’s mouth opened in confusion. “Y- you mean… Kar?”
Gamzee raised his eyebrows, nodding with the most irritated smile on his face.
“Yeah. YEAH, I MEAN MOTHERFUCKING KARKAT!” He threw Eridan to the floor,
scowling.
Eridan winced. “I broke him? KURLOZ broke him!” he shouted, eyes wide. “I
SACRIFICED myself to SAVVE HIM!”
Gamzee took a sharp breath. “IT WAS YOUR MOTHERFUCKING FAMILY WHO STARTED ALL
THIS!”
“I DON’T KNOWW WWHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!” Eridan spat, standing. “I DON’T
KNOWW WWHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!” His fins flared furiously. “ALL I KNOWW IS
THAT YOUR BROTHER WWAS KILLING HIM, AND I HAD TO DO SOMETHING!”
“YOUR DAD WAS KILLING HIM FIRST!” Gamzee shouted. “IT WAS YOUR MOTHERFUCKING
BLOOD WHO TOOK HIM- AND  RAPED  HIM!” Gamzee could feel his voice going rough.
Eridan blinked, bewildered. “I STILL DON’T KNOWW WWHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE TALKING
ABOUT! HE WWANTED IT!”
Gamzee groaned, planting his hands on either side of his face. “And why… do you
think he wanted it so MOTHERFUCKING BAD?” He let his palms slide down his face,
eyes lidding. “They motherfucking drugged him.”
Eridan shook his head slowly. “...No… no, my dad wwouldn’t do that…”
Gamzee displayed his middle finger, scoffing.
The color drained from his face. “He… wwouldn’t…”
“Well he did.” Gamzee gave a wry chuckle. “He did… he did.” He covered his eyes
with his hand.
They stood in silence as Eridan tried to mull over his response.
“Are you sure?”
Gamzee glanced him up and down, some of the anger seeping away from his
posture. “Yeah. We’re motherfucking positive.”
Eridan covered his eyes with his hands, head shaking. It was starting to make
all too much sense. “Oh  god…”
Gamzee stared at the ground, huffing through his nose. “Just…” He grit his
teeth.
Eridan sank onto the bed, posture crumpled.  
Gamzee glared at him dully, sighing. He sat next to him, giving a begrudging
pat on the back.
Eridan just stared ahead. He could feel the decaying mattress starting to
collapse under his weight.
Gamzee clicked his tongue, eyes lidded. He rubbed Eridan’s shoulder, not
meeting his eye.
“I didn’t knoww…” Eridan managed.
 Gamzee gave a low sigh.
He stared into space, a soft hiccup escaping him.
Gamzee glanced around him at the decaying floorboards, the cracked ceiling. He
groaned as he stood, reaching out his hand.
Eridan hesitated, slowly taking it.
Gamzee hoisted him up, staring at the floor. Without a word, he lead him back
to the rest of the mansion.
He seated Eridan on the guest bed, sighing.
“... thank you,” Eridan muttered.
Gamzee huffed through his nose. “Don’t make me regret it.”
Eridan nodded, fidgeting with his sleeve. He swallowed, seeming to curl up.
“Wwhy… wwhy did your dad wwant me to stay here?”
Gamzee clicked his tongue, hand resting on the back of his neck. “... to make
it up to me.”
Eridan took a thick swallow. “Are you gonna do to me wwhat you did to Kar?” His
voice was nearly dripping with panic.
Gamzee narrowed his eyes slightly. “I-” he set his jaw, glaring to the side. “I
did what was best for him.”
Eridan’s fingers curled, clutching his thighs. “You didn’t answwer my
question.”
“I don’t know.”
“So you’re considerin’’ it?”
Gamzee’s eyes widened in irritation. “I. Don’t. Know.”
Eridan hugged himself, as if trying to shrink away. “Gam- do you… hate me?”
Gamzee raked his fingers through his hair, scowling. “... Undecided.” He
sighed. “As for now, I think I blame that family of yours more than I blame
you.”
“Wwell... noww that I knoww wwhat they did… I guess I can agree wwith you on a
levvel.” Eridan sat up, looking Gamzee in the eyes for a second before turning
away, almost out of fear. He still didn’t feel safe here. It was unsettling
knowing that he was going to be in this-  place  for a while- around such…
dangerous people.
Gamzee nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m glad you see me, brother.” He chewed on his lip
briefly, expression fading to deadpan. “You need anything, motherfucker?”
“Not at the moment…” he drifted off as he noticed Gamzee’s blank expression,
and then carried on sort of mumbling, “and… I mean… you don’t really havve to
do… anythin’...” Eridan examined the room subtly- noticing most of the small
details he had missed before. The circus esc symbols carved into the bedframe,
the religious posters on the walls… It was truly unnerving to say the least. On
top of the fact that he was already uncomfortable with his situation. Very.
Uncomfortable. He wondered how his family was doing as it ran over his mind
that they were probably still fucking Karkat and Kankri. He kind of stared off
into space letting all of these thoughts run through his mind and kind of
forgetting that Gamzee was next to him.
Gamzee looked him up and down, catching the inside of his cheek on his teeth.
“Should I leave you alone, then, or would you get bored?” He gave a low
chuckle, finally catching Eridan’s eye.
Oh cod, don’t leavve me alone here-  “Um. Yeah, uh, stay please.”
Gamzee smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Alright.” He sank onto the bed aside
Eridan, staring up at the ceiling.
Eridan felt himself start to sweat. He shifted over, wanting to give Gamzee his
personal space.
Gamzee looked him up and down yet again, sighing softly. “What do you wanna…
motherfucking talk about?”
Eridan stiffened as Gamzee pulled out a joint. “I… uh…”
Gamzee lit it, sitting up. “What.”
“N-nothing.” Eridan sputtered.
Gamzee sighed softly. He took a deep breath through the cigarette. “I won’t
smoke around you if you ask me not to.”
Eridan swallowed. “It’s… not that, I just…”
“You just?”
Eridan assessed Gamzee’s hazed out expression, swallowing. “Wwhat’s it like- to
be… high?”
“... if you really want to know, you could try it for yourself.” Gamzee offered
Eridan his joint.
“Wwhat’s in it?”
“Sopor,” Gamzee responded. “Nothing special.”
Eridan cautiously took it from him, eyebrows knit. “I… shouldn’t…”
“You don’t have to.”
Eridan bit his lips, placing the joint between them. He took a slow breath
through it, immediately recoiling.  “Oh my god-”  he sputtered, hacking out
what little smoke he had inhaled.
Gamzee cackled, falling back on the bed.
Eridan’s gills flared, moisture welling up in his eyes. “Howw-  the fuck?”
Gamzee continued laughing, wiping tears from his eyes as he sat up. “Practice
brother, practice.” He took the joint back from Eridan, and began sucking on it
once more. Enough so, that his lungs must have been completely filled with
smoke. He breathed it out in little chuckles, making Eridan’s jaw drop.
“You are fucking insane.”
“Mmmm, you’re not wrong brother, not… wrong.” Gamzee seemed to snuggle close to
Eridan, resting his head against the other’s chest.
“... are you like… really affectionate wwhen you’re high, or wwhat?”
“Haha, that’s one excuse…” He wrapped his arms around Eridan, giving the most
goofy smile. “It also seems like you need a motherfucking hug.”
Eridan hugged him back, eyebrows furrowing. “Yeah-” He managed. “I- I really
did…”
Gamzee smirked, pulling Eridan down to the bed with him. “Haha, well, now that
we’re talkin all about your needs… are you sure there’s nothing you want?”
Eridan stiffened, blood rushing to his face.
Gamzee blinked, realizing the suggestive undertones of his statement. “Oh- no,
I mean like… tea, or some shit, I don’t know.”
“... oh.”
“Unless you…?” Gamzee trailed off, trying his best to assess Eridan’s
expression.
“I mean…” Eridan hid his face in Gamzee’s chest, murmuring something
incoherent.
Gamzee laughed. “We can if you want, brother. Just say the word.”
Eridan gave a few squeaks, shoulders rising.
Gamzee cupped Eridan’s chin, pulling him back to look at his expression. He
smiled, giving Eridan a quick kiss on the nose.
“... howw high… do you have to be to fuckin-”
Gamzee burst out in laughter once more, having to slap his thigh to cam
himself.
Eridan started laughing alongside him, unable to help himself.
Gamzee continued smiling, bright eyed, and wiped his nose off on the back of
his hand. “No, but for real, motherfucker, I’m down to fuck if you are.”
Eridan flushed, taking a deep breath. “O- okay?”
“Okay?”
“Yep.”
Gamzee glanced Eridan up and down, taking in his body language. His thighs were
squirming together, hips rolling ever so slightly. “You wanna?”
“I- uh, yeah… yeah, I do.”
Gamzee gave a soft chuckle. “Shy?”
Eridan looked away, lips pursed. He nodded quietly.
Gamzee breathed a laugh. “No need for that, brother. No need at all.” He
started placing soft kisses along Eridan’s cheeks, finally leading down to his
neck. He kissed at Eridan’s gills, making them flare. “That okay,
motherfucker?”
Eridan nodded, a soft whine rising in the back of his throat.
Gamzee dragged his tongue up Eridan’s gills, making him curl his fists around
Gamzee’s shirt.
“Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god…”
Gamzee smirked, sucking on Eridan’s neck slowly.
Eridan went silent, pulling Gamzee closer to him.
Gamzee started grinding his hips against Eridan’s thigh as subtly as he could,
humming softly.
“Mmm, fuck,  gam~”  Eridan whispered.
“Haha, yeah, motherfucker?”
Eridan pushed his hands down, resting them on his belt.
Gamzee took a hint and undid it for him. He pulled Eridan’s pants to the floor,
pleased to see that Eridan’s bulge was squirming out of the waistband of his
underwear.
Gamzee glanced up at Eridan, biting his lower lip.
Eridan sighed and pushed down his boxers, allowing his bulge to twist into the
air freely.
Gamzee smiled, gently taking it in his hands. He started pumping it gently,
exhaling.
“Oh, cod…” Eridan murmured, sinking back into the bed.
“That nice, motherfucker?”
“Fuck yeah…” Eridan stated softly.
Gamzee purred, pushing his own pants to the floor. “Tell me, motherfucker, how
should this go down?”
Eridan’s eyebrows furrowed. He sat up. “Wwhat do you mean?”
Gamzee sighed. “Dom or sub?” he asked instead.
Eridan sank back into the mattress, staring at the ceiling. “Nevver… really
thought about it??” He admitted.
“You flexible, then?” Gamzee asked, twining his bulge around his fingers.
“Uh, yeah, I’m good wwith wwhatevver?”
Gamzee nodded, smiling. “Then I won’t keep a motherfucker waiting.” With that,
he eased Eridan’s legs apart, and lead his bulge to the seadweller’s nook.
Eridan gasped, eyes popping open. “Oh- oh, fuck!” he cried, back arching.
Gamzee released a harsh breath, pressing his forehead to Eridan’s chest. He
wasn’t used to feeling a nook cooler than his. He groaned, collecting himself,
and started to roll his hips.
“Mmm, Gamzee~”  Eridan hummed through grit teeth.
“This good, brother?” Gamzee rasped, swallowing.
“Uhuh!” Eridan stated, eyebrows arching up.
Gamzee kissed Eridan’s cheeks once more. “Good.” He kept his pace steady,
listening to the sound of their breaths syncing.
Eridan felt his skin grow slick with sweat as Gamzee slammed into him, the
world seeming to slow and speed with every thrust. It was fucking surreal.
Gamzee took in Eridan’s expression, a warm feeling of pride settling in his
gut. He nuzzled his face into Eridan’s chest, that same goofy smile spreading
on his face.
Eridan took quick breaths, eyes losing focus. His mind raced as he tried to
think of something to say. “I- I lovve you!”
Gamzee went tense, that smile faltering.
Eridan quieted. “I… I mean…”
Gamzee swallowed thickly.
“Forget I said that?”
“... alright.”
Eridan leaned back, slapping himself on the forehead.
Gamzee looked to the side, continuing to move his hips. “I… me and Karkat… I
wouldn’t want to be unfaithful to him, you know, motherfucker?”
Eridan’s eyebrows knit. “Wait- you and… Kar?” A pit formed in his stomach.
“... Yeah, me and Karkat. We’re red as the day is long. It’s why I all up and
took him away from that family of yours.”
Eridan took a steady breath, a pout seeping onto his expression.  “Oh.”  He
stared up at the ceiling, eyes glassy. He pulled himself away from Gamzee,
wiping his cheeks off on the back of his hand as his bulge resheathed.
Gamzee frowned, swallowing. “I’m… sorry to disappoint you, motherfucker…”
“It’s not that,” Eridan croaked, his palms resting in his lap. “I just thought…
he told me he…”
Gamzee’s expression went solemn. “Oh.”
Eridan nodded softly. “Yeah.”
Gamzee twitched some, trying to push away the knot of jealousy that formed. He
sat next to Eridan on the bed, looking for words. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
Eridan took a deep breath. “Yeah. Yeah, me too.” He turned away from Gamzee,
shifting under the covers.
Gamzee went silent. He took a hint and stood, collecting his clothes. “I’ll…
see you in the morning, motherfucker.”
“Yeah. See ya then.”
Chapter End Notes
     I haven't posted in like a month! Whoooohhhghh.
     In all fairness, I never really meant to set up expectations of a
     sunday/monday update. It just kinda became a pattern because I have
     the most time to update on the weekends. But yeah, It's not dead, and
     if I do eventually get sick of this fic (Probably won't, tbh) I'll be
     sure to let you know. :)
***** Chapter 30 *****
Chapter by Fidget_sinner
Chapter Notes
     Aaaaand HELLA short chapter. I just want to keep alternating between
     Amporas and Makaras at a good pace, without having too much filler...
     soo... this might be a side effect.
Meenah groaned, reading through her text with Cronus. She was relieved that
they had managed to get Karkat back- but he had fucking flushed the pheromone
pills. Fintastic. What a  basshole. Lucky for them, they had a fallback.
 
 
CC: Hey, Makara.
 
TC: fan motherfucking tastic, what does fish bitch want from me this time?
CC: Y’know those drugs you were giving Karkat?
 
CC: Fyloprone?
CC: I need some
TC: Oh DO you now?
 
TC: Interesting.
 
CC: Mhm, well, he’s addicted and I need to get him hot n horny.
 
TC: I’m not just sending it to those motherfuckers, no way. They’re clueless,
reckless, and will probably accelerate the kid’s death. I could send Kurloz
over, he would know how to treat him.
 
CC: Mmmmmm no. Fuck that.
 
TC: what.
 
CC: Um, Kurloz is fucking nuts? Hell, even Gamzee’s better than he is.
 
TC: … Alright, I could send him over instead.
 
CC: I mean. It’s…. Better.
 
TC: He’ll be happy to see Karkat. And trust me, motherfucker, he’s all up and
hating Kurloz for what he did, so I doubt he’d try and take him back home.
 
CC: Good to know. When can he get there?
 
TC: soon.
 
CC: soon. Alright, well we’ll see him soon. Hahhh, maybe you could get Gamzee
to slip some of that shit to Kankri! Hah. That would make my life easier.
 
TC: Bad idea, bitch, bad idea.
 
CC: I was joking.
 
TC: Does he not want to be in the porn anymore, or what?
 
CC: Kinda, yeah.
 
TC: Tell him what the motherfuck is at stake.
 
CC: If I told him about my plan, he’d probably side with the other Vantas
fuckers!
 
TC: No. Tell him that his MOTHERFUCKING BROTHER is at stake. The REASON I
wanted you to give the Beforus Vantases to me is because Beforus Karkat is the
only source of Alternian Karkat’s pain. We can prolong his life for now, but
without that motherfucker, Karkat is as good as DEAD.
 
CC: … good thought. Imma.. Forward this to Cronus.
 
Cronus gave a low sigh as his phone continued buzzing.
Kankri met his eye, stonefaced.
Cronus read over the text, eyebrows furrowing. “Kankri…?”
“What.” Kankri muttered. “What is it.”
Cronus almost winced. “You… wvant to fix Karkat, right?”
“What kind of question is that? Of course I do!”
Cronus managed a soft laugh, grimacing. “Okay. Well, Meenah has a plan.”
Kankri gave him the once over. “Tell me.”
Cronus only passed his phone.
Kankri read down the texts, grip growing tighter.
Cronus tried to read his expression, forcing a smile.
Kankri let his hands fall to his lap. He went to the camera app on Cronus’s
phone, before tossing it to him.
“Um… babe?”
Kankri seated himself on the floor in front of Cronus. He fixed his fingers in
Cronus’s belt loops, dragging his pants down his thighs.
Cronus went quiet, eyebrows rising.
“The only thing you have to do is look at me and keep the phone steady. Sound
easy enough?” Kankri asked bitterly.
Cronus swallowed. “Um, yeah… yeah, ok.”
“Start recording.”
Cronus fumbled with the buttons slightly, but managed to set up the shot.
“Alright, it’s rollin’.”
Kankri squirmed in place, putting on the most innocent expression he could
muster. “M… may I suck it, master?”
Cronus’s breath went sharp. “Uh… yeah. Sure, go for it.”
Kankri gave a blissful whine, his fingers grazing up Cronus’s thighs. They
settled on Cronus’s boxers. Kankri removed the violet’s bulge delicately, his
eyes sparking up in joy at the sight.
Cronus bit his thumb, blood rushing to his face as Kankri opened his mouth.
A couple strings of saliva stretching between his lips.
Cronus suppressed a moan, Kankri running his tongue along the underside. He
noted that Kankri seemed to stare at the camera, rather than him. Huh. Real…
pro.
Kankri tried to make his body language appear as enthusiastic as possible. He
kept his legs parted and hips squirming. “I’m so glad I get to serve you,
master~ I’m so… glad that my filthy little lowblood mouth gets to be filled by
you~”
Cronus released a soft gasp, eyebrows furrowing. He wasn’t sure if he should
add something or let Kankri do his thing… hmm.
Kankri keened, tears welling up in his eyes. “May I please have you in my
mouth, master? Please, oh god, please~”
Cronus gave a soft gasp. “Yeah… Yeah, fuck,take me dowvn your throat like the
mutant slut you are-”
Kankri keened, as if being called that was the most pleasurable thing he had
experienced in sweeps. Without further adieu, Kankri took Cronus in his mouth.
He licked along the underside, cheeks puffing around the pressure.
Cronus moaned, nearly falling back onto the bed.
Kankri worked him roughly with his tongue, tears prickling in his eyes. He took
a deep breath through his nose before inching the thing down his throat. He
managed to get all the way down to the base, where he started bobbing his head
up and down.
“Oh fuck yes…” Cronus rasped, setting his jaw. “You like being my personal
little mutant whore?”
Kankri nodded, humming around the bulge in his mouth.
“Oh, fuck….” Cronus trailed off. “Do you want my cum, slut?”
Kankri’s eyes lit up in excitement. He pulled back, still pumping Cronus
generously with his hands. “Yes! Yes master, I do! So much, I want it so bad,
Master…”
“Mmmm… good- fucking whore~”Cronus chimed. He started bucking his hips against
Kankri’s face with little mercy, making Kankri’s eyes widen yet. He wound his
free hand in Kankri’s hair, controlling his pace.
Kankri squirmed, sucking thickly on Cronus’s bulge.
“Ugh… fuck…” Cronus murmured.
Kankri’s expression lit up once more at the premise of Cronus finally cumming.
He hummed sweetly, eyes lidding.  
Cronus’s fingers started to tremble as he tried to keep the camera steady.
“God… Kankri…”
Kankri braced himself on Cronus’s legs, letting his eyes close. He chose to
focus on the taste in his mouth… He went stiff, a shudder running through him.
He stilled, jaw going tense.
“Kankri… god, Kankri…”Cronus chided, words muffled.
Kankri drew a quick breath in realization. He drew back, Cronus’s bulge
spasming in his mouth.
Within seconds, Cronus came.
Kankri let his mouth hang open as slurry covered his face.
Cronus’ whole body shivered as the camera shook above Kankri.
He licked some of the purple off of himself, watching as Cronus stared into
space, dazed. He stopped recording, collapsing back onto the bed.
Kankri licked his lips delicately, settling on Cronus’s lap. “Send it.” He
ordered, a sharp bite to his tone.
Cronus averted his gaze, nodding.
 
 
CA: [video file]
 
CC: … today is a good day.
 
CA: you like it?
 
CC: i can’t believe it. You managed to not be a jittery basshole. Tell Kankri
good job.
 
CA: not a basshole.
 
CC: Mhmhmhmmhmhm… right.
 
Meenah shuffled in her chair, forwarding the video to the small team she had
managed to assemble.
 
 
CC: Get to work buoys. [video file]


Karkat stared at the ceiling, vision dulled. Dualscar had set up a movie for
him, but it currently only served as background noise.
A nock rang gently on the door.
“Come in,” Karkat muttered.
Dualscar pushed the door open with his knuckles, gaze downcast. He had with him
a glass of water and a sandwich.
Karkat glanced up at him, sniffing.
“How are ya feelin’?” Dualscar asked quietly, placing the food on the bedside
table.
Karkat’s lips parted, as if he wanted to say something. “... off,” he settled.
Dualscar glanced him up and down quietly. “Wanted to say m’ sorry.”
Karkat looked ahead, expression falling to a frown.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re gonna make it through- okay?”
Karkat sank into the covers, his jaw setting. “Ok.” leave me alone.
“I… I want to make things better, ok? Danny really cares about you… and, well…
I’m thinkin that it could work out if we all just tried a little harder… When
he comes home, I want you to be in good shape, alright?”
Oh my god, go away.
He gave a deep sigh. “I’m gonna be better, kid, I promise.”
“Shut up,” Karkat whispered.
Dualscar met him with glazed eyes. “- don’t talk to me like that.”
Karkat twitched, eyes rolling up to glare at the wall. He said nothing.
Dualscar hissed, standing. He picked up the sandwich, tossing it onto Karkat’s
torso, making him flinch. “Made it myself, ungrateful bitch.”
Karkat’s eyes trailed after him as he left the room, fuming. His fingers went
stiff as he reassembled the sandwich, expressionless. He ate quietly, the sound
of the tv fading to a dull buzz.
 
Dualscar shuffled through his liquor cabinet, searching to drown the lump in
his throat. He pulled out a bottle of scotch and screwed off the lid with
little ceremony. He tipped it back, collapsing into his seat at the dining
table. He lit a cigarette, fingers shaking as he did so. He sniffled, trying
desperately to distract himself from the pit in his stomach. He fumbled for his
phone, a glaze setting in his eyes.
 
 
CA: hows he.
 
TC: Hahaha, how long has it been since you’ve texted me, motherfucker?
 
CA: how is eRidan?
 
CA: *Eridan
 
TC: He’s with Gamzee.
 
CA: Can i see im?
 
TC: When the week is done.
 
CA: I need ta see im.
 
TC: Christ, Dual, save some booze for the rest of us, will you?
 
CA: vhere is e?
 
TC: Go to bed, motherfucker. You’re embarrassing yourself.
 
CA: no… no, n, no, lemme see m
 
TC: Goodnight, motherfucker.
 
CA: .
 
CA: godnight.
 
***** Chapter 31 *****
Chapter Notes
     Aight, so, I'm back! I think my writing has gotten a lot better from
     the rushed chapters, but... this one is also kinda violent. And
     short. I dunno. If you made it this far, you'll probably like it.
Gamzee turned his necklace in his fingers. His gaze lingered on Eridan’s
sleeping figure, a silent debate running through his head. His mind had succumb
to violent fantasies- make the motherfuckers pay. Make Dualscar pay, even if
through his son and his son alone. And yet, whenever he was around the
motherfucker, his emotions were dulled by pity. He picked at the ridges in his
pendant. His eyes drifted down to the necklace. He turned it to stare at the
symbols covering it. His own personal motherfucking token of the Messiahs. He
looked between the charm and the seadweller, eyes seeming to light up, the
gears in his mind turning. He approached Eridan, pushing his shoulder.
Eridan finally stirred. His hand wandered absently, searching for his glasses
as he sat up. “H-hey…”
“You wanna see the chapel?”
 
Eridan followed Gamzee down the hall like before. He felt moderately more
secure this time, however. Gamzee had only told him that he wanted to… try
something. The only order he was offered had been ‘keep your mouth shut and
your mind open.’
Gamzee pushed open a pair of enormous doors, walking slowly into what appeared
to be some kind of chapel. A good dozen subjugulators knelt on the floor before
a pair of quite ominous looking statues.
As Eridan got closer, he realised they were painting on the floor with their
eyes closed. He went still at the further realisation that said paint was
blood. He gave an unsettled glance at Gamzee, who only waved him onwards.
The two stood on what appeared to be a preaching block, next to a pair of
enormous statues. Everyone was staring at them.
Gamzee took Eridan’s hands in his own, glaring intently into his eyes. He
pulled Eridan with him to his knees, stare unbroken.
“Wwhat is this?”  Eridan whispered.
Gamzee said nothing, only silencing Eridan with a finger over his lips. He
started swaying, his eyes fluttering closed.
Eridan frowned, reluctantly following suit. His eyes popped back open, however,
as he felt Gamzee’s mouth on his neck.  “Wwhat the fuck…”  He breathed.
Gamzee silenced him once more, just giving a rough  “Shut up.”
Eridan tensed, his fingers curling around Gamzee’s. He squinted his eyes shut
as Gamzee brought him into a kiss. He felt something tingling in the back of
his mind, lulling him to relax.
His muscles went limp, allowing Gamzee to sync their lips.
Gamzee started pushing on Eridan’s hands, forcing him to the ground.
Eridan couldn’t find it in himself to protest. He caught Gamzee muttering soft
nothings under his breath as he proceeded, grinding against him.
Gamzee finally pulled his hands from Eridan’s, planting them on either side of
his head as he brought him into a deep kiss.
After a good minute or so, they both pulled back, panting.
Eridan allowed his eyes to open. They widened at the sight of Gamzee’s.
The clown’s eyes strobed with purple light. His expression was fixed in an
animalistic calm.
Eridan started to scramble back, but Gamzee latched onto his wrists in an
instant.
Gamzee mashed their mouths together.
Eridan squeaked in response, his body jolting in shock.
Gamzee forced open Eridan’s lips with his own, his tongue plunging inside as if
searching for something.
Eridan twisted in fruitless attempts at escape. He found himself unable to
annunciate his protest, Gamzee’s lips muffling his pleads. He felt that calming
warmth ease into his mind once more. His eyes lidded, the back of his head
hitting the floor.
Gamzee finally retracted. He wiped his lips off on the back of his hand,
smearing his paint.
Eridan whined softly, eyelashes flickering in a couple last attempts of
protest. He met Gamzee’s eyes weakly. He seemed to snap to attention, that
purple light catching him. As if he were an instrument, he could feel Gamzee
plucking at his mind, his nerves. Eridan doubled over weakly, his sheathe
heating.
Gamzee bit his lip seductively. He eased Eridan onto his knees as he rose to
his feet. He undid his pull string, making Eridan’s eyes open.
As if possessed, Eridan latched his hands around Gamzee’s thighs.
Gamzee ran a hand through Eridan’s hair. It had grown waxy from neglect.
Eridan let his mouth fall open, eyes mirroring Gamzee’s purple flashes. He gave
a little chuckle full of desire. His bulge squirmed in his pants, slicking his
inner thighs and releasing the sweet waft of sex into the air around him.
Gamzee dipped his hand into his pants, retrieving his bulge. He stared at
Eridan with glassy eyes and parted lips.
Eridan gave a heavy sigh, eyes rolling upwards. His fingers drifted to Gamzee’s
bulge. He took it in his hands with confidence, giving it a few short pumps.
After a minute or so of experimentation, he took it in his lips.
Gamzee gave a low groan. His hips pushed forward gently, encouraging Eridan to
continue.
Eridan let his jaw hang open, slacking it completely. He bobbed his head up and
down Gamzee’s cock, twisting his tongue around it as he went.
Gamzee’s head rolled back, heavy breaths falling from his lips. His grip on
Eridan’s hair grew tighter. It wasn’t long before he was fucking his face
unabashedly. His eyes wandered from their fixed point in space to the
subjuggulators, namely the twins, cleavage fucker and axe bitch.
The three seemed to have lost interest in their painting, now entirely focused
on the scene in front of them.
Gamzee sneered at them, returning his attention to Eridan. He grit his teeth,
releasing a deep hum. He pulled from Eridan’s lips, leaving them dripping
saliva and pre-cum.
Eridan took shallow breaths, his entire face flushed violet. His fins drooped
down in submission, and sweat beaded his skin.
Gamzee took a minute to merly soak up the image. He then pushed Eridan to the
floor and undid his fly.
Eridan stared up at him with a docile gaze.
Gamzee met his eye briefly, before turning his attention to Eridan’s pants. He
pulled them down, discarding them with little care. He plunged his fingers in
Eridan’s dripping nook without so much as a moment of warning.
Eridan keened, jolting at the sensation. “Ahhhhhhh… fuckk…”
Gamzee scowled, his fingers curling inside aggressively.
Eridan sighed, restricting his speech to soft moans and keens.
Gamzee’s expression softened. He slid his fingers in and out of Eridan’s nook,
a dangerous haze in his eyes.
Eridan nearly shrieked in pleasure. His nook spurted little bits of fluid as
Gamzee continued to build him up. “Ah, fuck, fuck, please let me cum…”
Gamzee groaned, rolling his eyes. He plunged his fingers into Eridan’s open
mouth.
Eridan whined. He wrapped his tongue around the digits, eyelashes fluttering in
request for forgiveness.
Gamzee ran his tongue over his lips, a half laugh escaping him. He pinched
Eridan’s tongue in his fingers, only allowing more keens and moans to escape
him. He continued plowing his bulge into Eridan’s oh so needy nook, rising
wordless hymns and prayers from the sea dweller.  
Tears prickled Eridan’s eyes, and a thin trail of saliva ran down the corner of
his mouth. He sucked on Gamzee’s fingers submissively, his hips rolling against
Gamzee with a mind of their own. His tired and blissed out eyes trailed back to
Gamzee’s intense stare.
Gamzee glared down at him, his eyes alight with those chucklevoodoos he so
lovingly employed. They gave an especially bright spark, and Eridan’s mind
flashed with one clear message.
CUM.
Eridan seized up, a strangled gasp escaping him. With that one command, slurry
spurted from his nook and unattended bulge, collecting on the floor beneath
them. “Oh…  FUuuuckkkkk~”  He moaned around Gamzee’s fingers.
Gamzee stared at him with a dull irritation. He yanked harder on his tongue,
forcing Eridan to fall closer to him. He pulled his bulge from Eridan’s spent
nook with a slick
pop~
He continued to pull Eridan to his crotch.
Eridan gave breathy sighs. He stared up at Gamzee, a tear finally falling down
his cheek. He blinked it away, moving closer to the indigo bulge in his face of
his own accord.
Gamzee finally released his tongue. He flicked strings of saliva off his
fingers before promptly lacing them in Eridan’s hair.
Eridan gave a slow lick, far more enthusiastic than before. His hands wandered
up to Gamzee’s waist. They settled there, trembling.
Gamzee breathed a curse under his breath, muscles going tense. His hands balled
into fists around Eridan’s hair, slamming his head down Gamzee’s bulge.
Eridan sputtered around it, gills flaring in shock. His eyes watered as he
slowly calmed down, staring up at his abuser.
Gamzee bit his lip as he attempted to keep his breath under control. He allowed
his head rolled back, back arching. His grip around Eridan’s hair went even
tighter, a sputtered moan escaping him.
Eridan’s eyes widened as the bulge in his mouth went especially stiff. Slurry
burst from it, sliding easily down his throat. He tried not to choke, eyes
bulging.
Gamzee held him there, as if suspended in time. He allowed a few seconds to
pass before finally releasing Eridan.
Eridan fell to the ground with a thump. Purple dribbled from the corners of his
lips, and his gaze grew distant.
Gamzee took a deep breath. He seated himself behind Eridan, kissing softly at
his neck once more. He carried the spent Ampora back to his room.
Eridan released soft hiccups, limp in Gamzee’s arms.
“What do you need?” Gamzee hummed.
Eridan clung to Gamzee’s shirt, eyes wide and staring off into space. “Don’t
go.”





***** Chapter 32 *****
Chapter Notes
     NOT DEAD!! Ok, so, if Ao3 isn't loading and you can't see the
     chapter, make sure it's directed to the https address. The http one
     is down for maintenance, I believe. Thank you for reading!
     ALso, I predict that this chapter could be potentially confusing.
     Especially if you're just skimming the chapters for porn. It's ok,
     I've been there. So, in short summary, Beforus and Afterus both have
     full sets of every character. The two dimensions also collided in
     here. Which means there's potentially 2 of everyone. This focuses on
     the living Vantases, native to Beforus. Yee!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Cronus scrolled down the comments section of their new… video. His eyes lit up
at the responses, a sly smirk fixing into the corners of his mouth. The vast
majority of people were either giving the redundant ‘uehg what a lowblood
whore,’ or… freaking the fuck out. Because that was their fucking social
justice icon taking a bulge down the throat.
He leaned back in his chair, a smug cockiness to his posture. What a time to be
alive.
 
“Sign- what the fuck are we gonna do?”
The Signless’s eyes lingered on the video title, as if frozen there.
“The Signless’s mutant whore son takes a violet bulge down the throat.”
Psii twitched, his fists clenched.
6.5 million views.
The Signless’s lips parted, his head shaking in disbelief. His thumb hovered
over the play button for a good ten seconds, before he finally pressed it,
expression empty.
“May I suck it, master?”
He grimaced, jolting at the words.
“I’m so glad I get to serve you, master~ I’m so glad that my little filthy
lowblood mouth gets to be filled by you~”
The Signless took a sharp breath through his nose. He closed the video,
covering his eyes with his hands. Sign lay the tablet to the side, movements
slow, as if all of his energy had been utterly drained.
Psii bit his lip nervously, twitching. “S- sign?”
“That… was the Alternian boy, correct?”
“Sign- yeah, yeah, probably, but we’re still in just as much shit either way!”
The Signless rose his hand, silencing him. “I need to talk to Kankri about
this.”
“... S- Sign… He’s not gonna understand- I- it wasn’t him…”
“If I don’t bring it up with him, someone else will. It needs to be me.”
Psii lowered his gaze. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“... yeah. Me too.” With that, Sign left to go find his son.
 
Kankri’s fingers flew over keyboard, eyes sparking with rage. How dare they.
How dare they speculate on that poor troll’s blood color- wait, fuck, they
might have species dysphoria- that poor… being’s blood color. Wait, shit, what
if they identify as a lamp or some shit? Lamps don’t have blood. Fuck. Kankri
leaned back in his chair, sighing. He cracked his knuckles, prepared to rewrite
his entire essay if it meant-
His door creaked open.
Kankri gave a hollow sigh, spinning around in his chair. “Father, if I may
request once again, that you  knock-  before entering my room? I might have
been in a very compromisable situation, and-”
“Kankri,” Sign said, with a tone of voice that sent a chill up Kankri’s spine.
Kankri went silent, eyes turning to the floor.
Sign placed the tablet on Kankri’s desk, his face flushing. “I… There’s
something I need to show you.”
Kankri’s eyes drifted from the tablet to his father, notably tensing. He took
the tablet, waking it up. His eyes flickered over the title of the video,
widening. His knuckles went white, cheeks flushing that bright cherry red. “I…
never…”  He uttered, clearly seething. Then he noticed the thumbnail. His
expression faded in confusion and recognition.
“Kankri. Your… Alternian doppelganger… stars in this.”
Kankri shook his head, eyes going wide. “No- no, no, no, no version of me would
ever…”
His father silenced him with a raise of his hand. “Shhh… Kankri. I know this
must be hard to see. But there’s a few things we have to consider-”
Kankri shrieked, throwing the tablet to the ground. “IT’S NOT ME!! I WOULD
NEVER- EVER-”
“KANKRI!” Sign shouted through grit teeth. He grabbed his son by the ear,
dragging him into the living room.
“HEY, HEY!!” Kankri shouted in protest.
Karkat sneered at the two, rolling his eyes from his place on the couch.
“We need- to consider. Is he safe, Kankri?” Sign asked, gripping Kankri by the
shoulders.
Kankri fought back angry tears, taking harsh breaths.
Karkat looked between the two, neither of whom seemed to have noticed him.
“I cannot have you throw a temper tantrum over this!” Sign hissed. He took a
deep breath. “In… the video… description, they credit the name ‘Cronus Ampora.’
We are going to find… this Cronus… Ampora, and get... A-Kankri to a safe
environment. Alright?”
Karkat grumbled something along the lines of  “dramatic fucking cush lickers,”
slipping off the couch and towards his respiteblock.
The two continued bickering behind him.
Karkat poked his head into Kankri’s room, curious of what he heard him throw.
He looked at the tablet on the ground, the corner notably dented. He frowned,
picking it up. It flickered awake in his hand, displaying the video once more.
After taking a second to register the thumbnail, he lurched back in disgust,
the tablet dropping to the ground.
He stared at it, his heart pounding in his chest.
Was that… Kankri? In the thumbnail? He grimaced hesitantly, tipping it face up.
He read the title, a pit forming in his stomach.
His sheathe tightened in response.
He took a sharp breath, eyes squinting shut.
His father had installed extremely tight parental controls on all his and
Kankri’s devices… so, he lacked exposure to anything of this nature.
He picked up the tablet, eyes fixed on that one image.
He stood there, frozen for a second, before turning on his heel and running. He
sprinted to his room, hiding in his bathroom.
After taking a couple minutes to calm his breathing, he looked back at his
screen. There it was. The picture of his brother with a violet bulge in his
mouth. He slid down the door, his heart pounding in his chest. He glanced at
the thumbnail once more, a low whine curling from his throat as his bulge
unfurled.
“Fuck…”  He muttered. He fumbled to turn the faucet on, in hopes of masking the
sound of the video.
He stared at the thumbnail further, toes curling. Ugh… what the… what the fuck
was going on? No way in hell would Kankri… do that shit. He swallowed. Only…
one way to find out.
He played the video.
“May I please suck it, master?”
Karkat groaned, sliding further onto the floor.  “Fuck…”  His eyes rolled up to
stare at the ceiling, face flushed. He hissed, staring to the side.
This was… fucking disgusting.
He shifted his legs, eventually just holding onto his sheathe in attempt to
keep his bulge in place. It… he didn’t find it hot, it was just… people
fucking. He was a teenage boy, he had gotten excited over less. He didn’t find
it hot.
He continued watching the video, eyebrows furrowing as it went.
Ngg god…  fuck.
He shook his head, eyes still fixed on the screen… that bulge…
His eyelids drooped, a quiet keen escaping him. He released the pressure on his
pulsing sheathe for just a second, and his bulge twisted out.
“Oh-  god damn it-”  He hissed. He could feel the fucking thing slicking up his
boxers… ugh, he didn’t want to have to go change…
He slid off his pants, cheeks burning with shame and excitement. Tossing the
clothes into a far corner, Karkat stared at his bulge, scowling,
“I’m not  fucking aroused by my brother .” His nook was starting to drip and he
moved towards the shower. Better to drip in a place where it can be washed
away. Turning the water on, Karkat allowed the cold spray to hit his bulge,
trying to quell his arousal. But, like an unwanted guest, it stubbornly stayed
unsheathed. As it shied away from the water, his bulge moved towards his nook
and he grabbed it before he could penetrate himself. His eyes went wide with
shock. Jesus fucking christ, that was a first.
He rubbed his thighs together, bulge making a mess on his thighs.. He fumbled
with the showerhead, eyes fixed on the ceiling as he listened to the quiet
sounds of Kankri moaning. He gave a dull groan, his bulge curling between his
fingers.
He grunted in discomfort at the coldness of the water, and bitterly, he turned
it warmer.
If the thing was being so fucking stubborn… maybe it was just best to get it
over with. His posture softened as he listened more closely to the sounds
playing on the tablet.
The seadweller gave a low groan that made his hair stand on end.
You know what. Fuck it.
The violet fucker was a little hot. Fuck it. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it.
He started playing with his bulge with more intent, having to brace himself on
the wall of the shower. Shit…
“You like being my personal little mutant vwhore?”
“Yes…” Karkat rasped, hips bucking. He covered his eyes with his hands,
envisioning it was that seadweller touching him.
“Do you wvant my cum, slut?”
Karkat trembled, nodding weakly to himself.
“Mm… good, fucking vwhore~”
“Ahh~” Karkat whimpered, his entire body tensing up. He held his breath, biting
his lip.
“Karkat?”  His father called from the hall.
“I’M IN THE SHOWER!” He shouted, jumping up and rushing to turn off the video.
He picked up the tablet, hiding it under the bath mat where he hoped, no
fucking prayed, no one would look.
“Ok! Did you see my tablet anywhere?”  Sign responded, leaving back down the
hall.
“NOPE!!” Karkat shouted, eyes wide. He took deep breaths, fists clenched. He
stepped back into the shower and turned the water up. Karkat’s eyes wandered
back to the rug as the warm water hit his back. He clenched his fists, turning
away to stare firmly at the shower head. Yet… fuck, that image just came back
to him all at once. His brother...on his knees and getting put in his place.
Raising his hand up to muffle his moan, his other hand moved down to stroke his
bulge.
The words of the violet blood floated back to him, “ You like being my personal
little mutant vwhore?”
Biting down on the inside of his lip, Karkat nodded and kept moving his hand on
his bulge. He rested his back against the cool tile of the shower, eyes
squinted shut. His toes curled at the thought. He twisted his bulge around his
fingers, moaning softly.
He wondered what it would feel like… to suck someone off. fuck, fuck…
His face flushed deeply, knees on the verge of buckling. He had only really
thought of shit like this in a more… abstract sense? It had only ever crossed
his mind in regards to insults and twisted humor.
But now, he was thinking of it in a whole new way. He imagined himself on his
knees in front of someone… a highblood. Pleasing them... servicing them. In his
rightful place, swallowing cum like a good like whore. And then getting to cum
in a reward....
Karkat’s breath turned ragged as his hand moved back slightly to shove two
fingers into his nook, scissoring them inside of him.
God, what the fuck.
He slid down the shower wall, curling up at the bottom. The hot water poured
over him, distracting him from the fact that he had been holding his breath. He
pumped his bulge even harder. A whine curled it’s way from his throat, as he
was still sensitive from his previous orgasm. He squinted his eyes, trying to
remember what his father had said.
The name he had given… Cronus. He said they credited the video to the name
Cronus Ampora.
“Cronus…”  He murmured.
The word slid off his tongue... oh so very smoothly.
He smiled softly, his chest seeming to warm in response.  “May I please suck
it, master?”  He mimicked quietly.
He imagined…  Cronus…  grabbing him by the hair. Forcing him to crane his neck,
twist and strain, to reach the bulge he wanted oh so dearly.
Karkat’s toes curled, a soft keen escaping him in response.
He felt his jaw relax as he reached up to suck on his red stained fingers.
Karkat’s breath came out hot and heavy as he licked them clean. The hand on his
bulge kept stroking faster and faster until...he stopped.
Slowly letting his fingers fall from his mouth, Karkat swallowed. “ I’m not
fucking cumming to this...”  In a tremendous show of strength, Karkat reached
up to turn the water all the way to freezing cold.
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Kankri dabbed at Karkat’s forehead with a washcloth, expression pained and
tired.
Karkat didn't meet his gaze, instead staring at the ceiling. Vomit lined the
corners of his mouth, and the taste of acid stuck to the back of his throat.
His eyes widened at the feeling of his stomach turning. He tapped quickly on
Kankri’s wrist, breath held.
Kankri fumbled for a plastic bowl, holding it to Karkat’s face.
Lurching forward, Karkat emptied the contents of his stomach into the bowl.
Kankri grimaced, rubbing his brother's back.
After a bit of heaving, Karkat recovered, gasping.
Kankri put the bowl aside and retrieved a bottle of water.
Karkat stared at it pitifully, fists curling. “I'm… Just gonna puke it up…” he
muttered.
Kankri glared at him sternly, pressing it to his chest.
“Please don't make me fucking-” Karkat whimpered.
“Oh, don't give me that.” He rolled his eyes and unscrewed the cap. He tipped
it into Karkat’s mouth, who had no choice but to drink.
“You're going to get over this.” Kankri said quietly. “Remember when you had
Blister Flue? Back on Alternia?”
Karkat groaned dully. “It's been thoroughly repressed. But... yeah.”
Kankri smiled compassionately. “If you made it through that…. You're gonna be
ok.”


[CC] started pestering [CA] at 4:13
 
CC: hey, amshora
CA: wvhat do you vwant?
CC: no need to get snappy, i’m just tailing ya that since yoar vid went up,
next to no one is taking the rebellion seriously. So nice job.
CA: Oh, thanks!
CC: Yeah, of course. Now ahah. So, my mom wants me staying over at your house
for a while… to oversea the filming and such. Have a little more say, I guess.
CA: Ok! Wvhen wvill you be over?
CC: Oh yeah um about that. I’m in the car. Should be there in an hour or so.
CA: WVHAT
CC: Listen- she’s not a very agreeable woman. I woulda given you moar notice if
I could’ve.
CA: Nonono, Meenah, this place is a fuckin wreck-
CC: Whale, then you better start cleaning, huh? Sorry for the inconvenience.
 
[CC] ceased pestering [CA] at 4:20
 
Cronus fumbled to stand, looking frantically around his mess of a bedroom. He
cracked open the windows and started piling clothes into his closet. “DAD!” He
shouted. He continued cleaning hastily, but was met with no response.
“DAAAAAAAADD!!” He screamed.
“WHAAAAT!!”
“MEENAH’S COMING OVER, START CLEANING!!!”
Dualscar took a long second to mull over that sentence. He looked over the
table, strewn with whiskey, vodka, and scotch bottles. He grumbled to himself,
and started screwing lids back on them.
Once Cronus was satisfied with his room, he briefly scanned over the hallways.
Most of it was in… agreeable shape. He pushed into Eridan’s room, about to ask
him to pitch in… when. He paused, gaze lingering on the empty bed. He stepped
in quietly, a lump forming in his throat. He stood there for a minute or so,
his head swimming with unwelcome thoughts. He took a slow breath, slicking back
his hair. If… he didn’t get to see Eridan again after the fucking… disaster he
made of their relationship…
He clapped his hands together, forcing a laugh to help bite back the tears he
felt forming in his eyes. “It’s fine, it’s fine,” he murmured to himself,
forcing a chuckle. He closed the door behind him, smile dissolving into a
grimace. He shook it off once more, scanning the hallway once more for anything
that needed doing. His gaze landed on Karkat’s room.
He rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans, resolving to pay the kid a visit. He
pushed open the door, almost gagging at the smell.
Kankri looked up at him bitterly as he barged in. “What- is it,” he asked,
clearly irritated.
Karkat stared at him through glassy eyes, but said nothing.
Cronus’s eyes drifted to the puke bowl on the floor. “Jesus christ- wait, howv
much has he thrown up?” He asked, rushing over to Kankri’s side.
“I have things… under control.” Kankri said in a steely tone that made Cronus’s
back stiffen.
“I- fuck, Kan, he should be in the hospital!”
Kankri shook his head slowly, eyes hollow. “Yeah, haha, right. Like they give a
fuck if he lives.”
Cronus’s eyes widened, bewildered. “Kankri- you aren’t- seriously going to try
to take care of him yourself, are you?”
Kankri said nothing, tipping more water into his brother’s mouth. “Swish it
around, or the vomit will rot your teeth.”
Cronus took a sharp breath. “You’re fucking crazy,” he muttered under his
breath, retreating to the door. He walked briskly to his father’s room, eyes
wide.
Dualscar emerged from his room, having put on a suit. “Cro- can you tie this
for me?” He asked, holding out his tie.
“Dad- Karkat needs to get to a fucking hospital-”
Dualscar blinked, looking Cronus up and down. “What… did something happen?”
Cronus lead him back to the room, pushing open the door.
Dualscar gagged as he entered, eyes narrowed.
Kankri stared at him dully, cradling Karkat’s head.
Dualscar looked back at him, eyes narrowing. “Kankri…”
“I’m not leaving him in the hands some know-nothing-stuck-up-highblood!” Kankri
spat, scowling. “I’ve gotten him through worse, ok?”
Dualscar looked Karkat up and down. He wasn’t… healthy looking, not by a long
shot. His cheeks were pale and sweaty, and dark circles had grown under his
eyes. But… hospitalization still seemed like a strong measure to take. He met
Kankri’s gaze and nodded softly. “Let’s just… start with a prescription…” he
grumbled. “I can get someone to pick something up from the pharmacy,” He
mumbled, shutting the door behind him.
Cronus bit his lip, clearly antsy. He followed his father back to the master
bedroom, clearly restless. “I- Dad, Kankri’s been acting fucking… weird, hasn’t
he?”
Dualscar gave a deep shrug. “His situation is fucked, Cronus. Not his fault for
growin’ an attitude.”
“That’s not what I meant exactly…” He kicked at the carpet. “Wvhy- wvhy the
fuck wvon’t he take Karkat to a hospital?”
“I probably wouldn’t trust ‘em either if I grew up a mutant in alternia…”
Dualscar groveled. “Much less a mutant whore.”
Cronus went stiff, eyes narrowing. “Dad- don’t… call him that.”
Dualscar leaned his back against the door. “Wasn’t name callin’ him, Cro.” He
stared out the shut window, shaking his head. “Poor fuckin’ kid.”
Cronus went still, trying to put together where his father was going. “... you
think he was a prostitute.”
“It’s pretty damn clear, don’t you think?” Dualscar pulled a cigarette from his
pocket, lighting it.
Cronus swallowed. “I-” He trailed off, shrugging.
Dualscar gave a half laugh, shaking his head. “Not surprised he’s actin’
irrational, is the point.”  
“Wvhat should vwe do?” Cronus asked softly.
“Dunno. Frankly, it’s in the hands of Peixies and Makara at this point. They’re
the ones callin’ the shots.” He cleared his throat, adjusting the loose tie
hanging around his neck. “Speaking of…” He walked over to Cronus, holding it
out for him.
“Dad, I don’t know how to do that shit,” Cronus muttered, fumbling with the
tie.
Dualscar gave a long sigh. “I’d teach you if I wasn’t hungover,” he muttered.
“Can you stop drinking for four goddamn hours.” Cronus asked, frustrated.
“... My son’s gone, Cro.” Dualscar muttered, rubbing his eyes. “It’s a lot…
harder than it fuckin’ sounds.”
“Your son’s right here, dad. And he fucking needs you right now.” Cronus
grumbled. He threw the tie to the ground, storming downstairs.
Dualscar stared after him, bleary eyed. Bending down, he picked the tie up and
sighed, jamming it into his pocket.
 
The garishly pink limo pulled up in front of the Ampora’s residence, it looked
rather stupid and out of place in it’s scenic surroundings. The chauffeur
hopped out of the drivers side door and moved to open the door to let Meenah
Peixes exit.
Her bag was slung over her shoulder, full of enough clothes and all of her
jewelry and electronics to keep her here for a while. Waving the chauffeur off,
Meenah walked alone up to the front door and pressed the doorbell.
Cronus opened it casually, unable to mask the frustration on his face.
Meenah looked him up and down, cocking an eyebrow. “Rough day?”
He huffed, opening the door for her.
She swayed in, almost gagging at the smell. “Jesus Christ, Ampora, your house
smells like a Molotov cocktail gone wrong!”
“My… apologies, Ms. Peixes,” Dualscar mumbled, swaying down the stairs.
“Oh god, what happened to you?” She asked, giving him the once over.
“My son went missing, Ma’am. Have some… fucking sympathy.” He groveled.
She rolled her eyes. “Where’s the Vantases.”  
“KANKRI!!” Dualscar hollered upstairs. “GET DOWN HERE.”
After a minute or so, he shuffled downstairs.
He looked Meenah up and down, clearly unimpressed by her presence.
“Vantas,” She greeted him, reaching out a hand.
He took it unenthusiastically. “Pixies.”
She laughed awkwardly. “Anybay, let’s get this dump up and working, sound
good?”
“Working, as in, are we shooting a scene today?”
“Whale yeah no ship, we gotta cash in on the high that everyone’s on.” Meenah
grinned and socked him playfully again, “You’re a star, baybe.” Laughing
raucously, she moved further inside the house, “Hey, Amshora senior.” A flick
of her hand towards Dualscar, “Got a room with space in front of a large bed?”
He gave hesitant nod, “Yes… any of the bedrooms would be serviceable.”
Meenah nodded and tossed the bag full of her personal belongings to him, which
he nearly dropped. “Set me up somewhere nice, and I’ll get shit ready to film.”
She motioned for Cronus and Kankri to follow her upstairs. “Keep up buoys.” She
turned into the nearest open bedroom, dumping her second duffel bag onto the
ground.
She pulled out three poles and set them on the ground and telescoped them out.
She turned them on, revealing strong LED lights which gave the room a soft glow
focused on the bed. She hoisted a few cameras out of her bag and set them up on
tripods. She then seated herself on her directors chair, admiring her work.
“Yup. All ready to shoot.”
Almost as if on cue, Dualscar entered.
He looked around the room, clearly surprised.
“Get naked, we’re winging it in 5,” Meenah announced, checking her phone
notifications.
“Winging it?” Kankri asked, clearly unimpressed.
She smirked at him. “Don’t worry, Kan. You’re a natural.”
He flushed, staring at the floor. “... okay.” After a bit of hesitation, he
stripped.
He, Cronus and Dualscar made their way onto the bed, all notably flushing.
Kankri made eye contact with each, his gaze tired and uncaring. He gave a soft
chuckle, moving towards Cronus.
“Now, bouys, I imagine you all have some sexual tension. Now’s the time to let
it out, alright? Remember- this is for Karkat. The more intense the porn, the
better chance he has. Got it?”
Cronus and Dualscar nodded, their hungry gazes fixing on Kankri.
Kankri leaned back against the headboard, snickering to himself.
“Alright. Take one, and rolling.”
Kankri’s expression shifted from dry to pitifully desperate within a fraction
of a second. He moaned, deep and sweet, his hands drifting up his torso.
“Please- god, please~”
Dualscar bit his lip lightly, staring Kankri down dangerously. “Please… what.”
“Ahhh~ Please fuck me, master! Please please please, I need it! God… I need
it…” He keened, tears prickling his eyes.
Cronus gently fixed his fingers into Kankri’s hair, kissing a trail up the side
of his face. “Such a swveet little toy for us… huh, babe?”
Kankri trembled, nodding pathetically.
Dualscar snickered, lifting Kankri’s hips and pulling them to his own. Kankri
slipped away from Cronus, his chest flat against the mattress.
Dualscar gave a coy chuckle, grinding against Kankri’s nook.
Kanakri gasped, his fists curling in response. “God, please, please, please,
just fuck me, master! I want it… I want to be your mutant, lowblood slut
forever~”
Cronus smiled, cupping Kankri’s chin in his hand. He pulled him into a kiss,
his bulge twining in his fingers.
Kankri keened against the kiss as he felt Dualscar grind against him harder
yet.
“What a beautiful-” He rutted his hips against Kankri’s again- “Obedient-” and
again- “little-” and again… “Whore.”
Kankri downright groaned, trembling.
“Couldn’t agree vwith you more.” Cronus pulled Kankri’s head up to stare into
his eyes. He smirked, leading his bulge to Kankri’s open mouth.
Kankri accepted it greedily, rutting his nook against Dualscar’s bulge.
Dualscar gave a low groan, deciding he had had enough teasing. He lead his cock
to Kankri’s waiting slit, eyes lidding at the sensation.
Kankri whined, loud and sweet around Cronus’s bulge.
“Fuck- Kan-” Cronus sputtered, nearly doubling over in response.
Kankri bobbed his head up and down Cronus’s bulge, resting his hands on his
matesprit’s hips.  
Cronus met his father’s gaze, his grip around Kankri’s head tightening.
Dualscar looked away, giving Kankri a sharp smack on the ass.
Kankri jumped some, another moan falling from his lips. Out of the camera’s
sight, however, he kicked at Dualscar’s kneecap, shooting a glare over his
shoulder.
Dualscar’s eyes widened at this. He had to stop himself from apologizing,
instead stroking gingerly at the spot.
Kankri seemed to soften at that, sighing softly.
“So good for me…” Dualscar growled quietly. “Such a good… fucking pet.”
Kankri whimpered, slumping at Dualscar’s tone.
Cronus stroked his fingers through Kankri’s hair gently, brushing it back.
The sudden show of affection sent a chill up Kankri’s arms.
Dualscar followed suit, briefly drawing back to kiss up Kankri’s spine.
Cronus followed suit, retracting from Kankri’s mouth to simply kiss at his
forehead.
Meenah pursed her lips, staring at the three with a wry confusion. They go from
foreplay… to fucking… then back to foreplay?
Dualscar rested his lips at Kankri’s ear. “Mine,” he whispered, quiet enough
that it couldn’t have been for the camera.
Kankri stared back at him dully. He went weak in the knees however, as Dualscar
slammed back into him. “Y- yours!” He chirped.
Cronus glared at his father, rolling his eyes.
Dualscar continued fucking Kankri with reckless abandon, his fingers gripping
his pudgy little torso nice and tight.
Cronus straightened, returning Kankri’s attention to his bulge. He stretched
his back as he thrusted, advertising his admittedly well defined abs.
Meenah stared from aside, admiring him silently, while pretending to scroll
down her notifications absently.
Cronus took heavy breaths, bobbing Kankri’s head up and down his length. He
covered his mouth with his hand, swallowing. He slowed down some, not wanting
to be the first to finish.
Kankri, however, seemed to have a very strong desire for Cronus to be the first
to cum. He swirled his tongue back and forth against Cronus’s bulge, drawing a
deep groan from the seadweller.
Dualscar released a low snicker at his son’s expression. He rammed himself even
harder into Kankri’s nook, making him sputter around the bulge in his mouth.
“Fuuck…” Cronus groaned. His gaze lingered on Meenah, as if silently asking her
for permission.
She gestured for him to pull out.
He did so reluctantly.
Then she gave him the thumbs up.
He held his breath, tensing every muscle in his body as he finished, all over
Kankri’s face.
Kankri stuck out his tongue, wincing only slightly at the cold hitting his
cheeks.
Cronus lay back against the headboard, catching his breath.
Dualscar smirked, grabbing Kankri by the hair and pulling him into his lap.
“Got you all to myself then, huh…” He licked a trail up Kankri’s neck,
smirking.
Kankri keened, his toes curling. “Yes, master!!”
Dualscar hummed softly. “That’s what I like to hear.” He continued his rough
thrusting, making Kankri moan nice and loud. “So nice to see little mutant
whores like you put in their place, huh…”
A chill went up Kankri’s spine. “Y- yes…”
Dualscar’s eyes widened slightly. “I mean sluts,” he tried to correct himself.
Kankri just looked away, rolling his eyes.
Meenah made some confused gestures from behind the camera, urging them to move
on.
Dualscar swallowed, pulling Kankri close to his chest. “So… pretty for me…” He
whispered.
Kankri moaned, his legs shaking. “Please, master… fuck me harder-!”
Dualscar gave a steady groan, quickening his pace. He stared at Kankri from the
corner of his eye, expression hazy. “You want my cum?” He purred in a tone that
was all too appealing.
Kankri nodded quickly, trying to stifle a keen by holding his breath.
Dualscar smirked, breathing slowly over Kankri’s neck. “Then take it.”
Kankri nearly shrieked, back arching as cool fluid flooded his nook. His hands
gripped the sheets on either side of him and he panted. Eyes dropping to his
own bulge, writhing and streaking his stomach with red, and he whined out, “P-
please master, l-let me cum! I-I’m so close please just touch me please~!”
Dualscar’s eyes darted to Meenah’s quickly, who slowly she shook her head.
Tutting his tongue, his hands moved to touch Kankri’s thighs, almost on his
nook, but not quite. “Don’t you know by now, Kankri?” He growled out in his
ear, “Mutant sluts like you don’t get to cum.”
Kankri’s eyes widened. “Ahhh god….” He whimpered, squirming in Dualscar’s grip.
He looked up at Dualscar pitifully, tears prickling his eyes. “Y…” He slumped
in his arms. “Yes… master.”
“Aaaaand, cut!” Meenah announced.
The three took deep, heavy breaths all staring at one another.
After a moment of simply sitting there, Dualscar peeled himself off Kankri.
Kankri groaned, his bulge still twisting uncontrollably.
“Can I… take care of ‘im?” Dualscar asked Meenah, pointing at Kankri.
“Why dontcha ask him that,” Meenah responded, shutting off the stage lights.
Kankri met Dualscar’s eye, gaze hazy.
“You want me to make ya cum, kid?” He purred softly.
Cronus tisked from the other side of the bed, pulling on his shirt. “He can
take care of himself.”
Dualscar glared at his son coldly, huffing. “But I bet I could make it feel so
much better than that…” He murmured. “Ye were so good just now, after all… ye
deserve it.”
Kankri took short breaths, desperate tears prickling his eyes. “P-please-” he
whimpered.
Dualscar bowed his head, chuckling softly. His fingers wandered to Kankri’s
nook, plunging inside.
“Fuck…” Kankri groaned. He held his breath, squinting his eyes shut. After a
couple minutes, Kankri went tense. Red splattered the bed as he slumped against
Dualscar’s chest, moaning.
Dualscar smiled, petting Kankri’s hair to the side.
Kankri took a second to catch his breath, before slipping from Dualscar’s grip.
Dualscar felt tempted to hold him to his chest… if only for a minute more. But
he let it go.
Kankri pulled his clothes on, wiping his face. He glanced at Dualscar over his
shoulder. “Take the shower after me,” He said, voice dry. “You smell like
shit.” With that, he stumbled to the bathroom.
 
Karkat stared out the window. He tried to tune out the echoing voice of his
brother’s moans, gritting his teeth. In this moment, he found the idea nothing
but revolting. He groaned, covering his eyes with his hand, trying to ignore
the scent of vomit that flooded his nostrils.









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