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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Dave_Strider/Karkat_Vantas
  Character:
      Dave_Strider, Karkat_Vantas
  Additional Tags:
      Xenophilia, Tentabulges, Black_Romance
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-02-27 Words: 3055
****** Kismesis? ******
by JustAWinchesterGirl
Summary
     Karkat can’t fucking stand Dave Strider, and an unexpected meeting on
     the meteor forces him to address the black feelings he never wanted
     to admit. Mentions of unrequited Karezi, and red rom Daverezi.
Notes
     Title: Kismesis?
     Pairing: Davekat
     POV: Switches between characters
     Rating: Explicit
     Warnings: Explicit Sex, Xenophilia, Tentabulges, Black Rom, Head
     Canons, Course Language
     A/N: Just a random little thing I wrote in class because I was having
     Davekat feels and reeeaaallly wanted these two to fuck. Like
     seriously Hussie, let’s get on this okay? ;) Enjoy!
Your name is KARKAT VANTAS, and you are so fucking pissed off at the Dave Human
right now you aren’t sure what to do with yourself.
You don’t even have a legitimate reason to be pissed off, everything he does
just makes you seethe. The way he struts about the meteor muttering his stupid
nonsensical slam poems under his breath, ignoring the rest of the world like
he’s better than everyone else. The way he jokes about everything so you can’t
even tell when he’s being serious and when he’s being “ironic”. The way he
never takes off those STUPID ass shades even though it is FUCKING DARK down
here and you know for a fact that a human’s vision isn’t as well adjusted as a
troll’s!
But mostly… mostly you hate the way Terezi likes him so much. The way she
laughs at all of his jokes and attempts to imitate his infuriating “cool kid”
image.
No, you cannot STAND Dave Strider and the way you hate him so much that it
really, really… turns you on.
It’s fucking stupid, you know. Humans aren’t even capable of having caliginous
feelings but… that prick is sending you mixed signals!
You don’t know if he realizes how fucking much he actually hateflirts with you!
You’re going out of your fucking thinkpan with hate and desire, and you cannot
even stand to be in the same room as that asshole anymore. You swear to gog if
you hear one more stupid verse of shitty slam poetry, you’re surely going to
snap! You-
“Sup, Vantas?”
Nope. Not now. This is not a good fucking time. Actually, with your Moirail
nowhere in sight for the past few weeks, no time is a good time. You could
really use a good feelings jam to sort out all of this unrequited hate you’ve
got going on.
“What do you want, Strider?” you ask through gritted teeth. You’ve really got
to suppress the urge you have to attack the boy every time you see him.
“No need for the hostilities, dude. Just looking for my sister. Have you seen
her?”
“She’s probably off pailing Kanaya or something.” You spit. The halfwit just
stares at you, a new expression taking over his features.
“Yeah. I’ll let that boil in your human thinkpan for a while, Strider.” You
smile viciously.
“Fuck you, man. That’s not cool.”
You can’t help it. The look of pure loathing he’s giving you sends you over the
edge, and you can’t help it. You’re overcome with dozens of confusing, pent up
black feelings and throw the Strider kid to the ground.
“What the fuck!?”
He yells and tries to punch you to get you off of him but you grab his arm and
wrench it painfully behind his head. Your knee digs into his torso as you fight
to keep him down. After a few minutes of struggle, Dave gives up and you’re
feeling both triumphant, but also a little embarrassed.
==> BE THE HUMAN
Your name is DAVE STRIDER, and you have no fucking clue how you got into this
situation. You were just walking through the meteor, minding your own business,
spitting some sick rhymes and seeking out your ecto-sister so you could check
up on her progress with your aj. You need you fucking aj damn it!
Anyway, you ran into that Vantas kid. You guess you were fucking stupid to
think he could be civil enough to give you a straight answer about Rose. Your
sister’s sex life is none of his fucking business, and you got more than a
little angry about the way he was talking about her. You fucking despise this
alien, and yeah, maybe your anger was a little irrational, but you don’t think
it warranted the kid’s knee to your fucking windpipe.
Now a normal kid like Egbert would know when to give up, but your Bro taught
you never to back down from a good strife, and fuck if you’re going to dishonor
his memory now.
“What the fuck is this now, Vantas? Got a little hate crush on the Knight of
Time?” you smile despite the knee on your chest.
“Fuck you.” He says, his voice shaking and a blush rising up to his cheeks, “I
would never have a rivalry with someone like you!”
“I don’t know man, looks to me like you want the d.” you rasp out as he puts
more weight onto the knee that’s holding you and tightens his grip on your
wrists.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Strider?” he never breaks his glare
into your eyes, despite the blood rushing to his cheeks. You’re not entirely
sure how no one ever caught on to his blood colour with the way this fucker
blushes.
“It’s the human bulge, moron. I thought you were all brushed up on human
romances?” you laugh.
“There is no chance on Alternia,” he says slowly through gritted teeth, voice
shaking, “that I would ever, EVER want to pail with you.”
You take advantage of the fact that his grip slackens, and you tear your hands
from his grip, grabbing his arms instead and rolling your body so that you’re
pinning him instead.
You straddle his hips, holding his body down with your own. You smirk because
you can feel his bulge move in the front of his pants. The alien anatomy
intrigues you a little, and you’ve learned from Terezi that a troll’s bulge is
concealed in a shaft of bone until aroused.
“Haha. Looks, or feels, like I was right.”
He looks away, “Fuck you, Strider. You’d be aroused too if someone was fucking
straddling your bulge.” He says under his breath. You would almost feel sorry
for the kid if you didn’t hate him so much. He looked almost in pain, but you
guess that’s what these aliens got off on with this freaky Black!Rom thing.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” You say sarcastically, “Do you want me to move?”
“No shit!” he growls, attempting to throw you off himself, but you’ve got a
good hold on him. You move, but not in the way Karkat expected, instead you
bring your knee up between his legs, and put just a little pressure on his
bulge. Your reward is the alien going completely still and a sharp intake of
breath. And okay, you’d be totally lying if you said you weren’t getting off on
this a little. And it doesn’t really make you less cool to admit to yourself
that you’ve wanted this for a long time.
==> BE THE TROLL AGAIN
You are once again KARKAT VANTAS, and you are thoroughly embarrassed at the
noise that just came out of your mouth. You are currently in a predicament you
never thought you’d find yourself in, though you’d always wanted it.
Dave Strider has you pinned on the floor, his hand grasping your wrists tight,
and his knee making some wonderful friction on your bulge. You know the human
doesn’t understand what he’s doing, and part of you wants to end this fight
before it goes too far and your feelings get hurt. But you don’t want to stop.
You open your mouth to yell more obscenities at the human, so he’ll retaliate
some more, hopefully with his leg pressing harder into your bulge, but he
doesn’t let you. His face is inches away before you realize what’s happening,
and his lips come crashing down on yours.
Your kiss is the perfect expression of kismesissitude. It’s all teeth, and
tongues, and hate, and heat, and passion, and desire, and pure, unadulterated
loathing.
You know it’ll only hurt when this is all over, but you allow yourself to feel
all of those feelings for Dave that you’d deemed too stupid and dangerous
before. You’ve never hated anyone so much.
The human grinds his hips down into yours, and you feel something that
surprises you. You have no clue about human anatomy, but you are certain
there’s not usually a rock in his pants. You hope it means he wants this as
much as you do.
You manage to get your wrists free and bring your hands up to bury into his
hair just as he starts to pull away. You force his face back down to yours hard
enough that it hurts you both, and dig your nails into his head just deep
enough to draw blood.
The human actually growls and brings his hand to your hip.
You separate the kiss long enough for you to pull off your shirt, and the human
follows suit without question, the atmosphere too hot and heavy to fight now.
He all but tackles you back to the ground once the offending article of
clothing is removed, forcing your head toward hard into the pavement. The
sensitive skin covering of your horn scrapes the pavement and you unashamedly
let out a loud moan at the sensation.
Dave hums appreciatively while biting the flesh at the base of your throat, his
hands making their way to the waist of your pants. His fingers dip into your
pants and you try to think clearly enough to stop this before he reaches your
bulge and never wants to see you again. You, for one, are all ecstatic about
getting to see some alien anatomy, but you don’t know if Dave will feel that
way. You mean, he may think it’s abnormal to have a tentacle in your pants. And
what if humans don’t have a nook? You’re just not sure you could cope without
the nook stimulation.
You manage to turn your positions again so you’re holding Dave down, drawing
his hands away from your body.
“Wait.”
“Dude! What the fuck? I was about to score me some alien dick!” he tries to
pull his hands free, squirming between your legs, which isn’t really helping
your situation.
“Would you hold the fuck still for one minute, Strider? Jegus!” You yell. He
stills, but the look of pain, hate, and arousal is clear on his face, even
though his eyes are hidden. You aren’t sure you can help yourself much longer.
“What is it, Vantas? Are you pussying out already?” he sneers.
You heave a sigh, and speak slowly, “Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t
think you fully understand the implications this has on me—.”
“I fully understand your stupid troll implications, that if I fuck you we are
now hate-boyfriends or whatever. So are we doing this or what?”
==>
Your name is DAVE STRIDER, and you are totally doing this. You are scoring
yourself some five star, prime alien tenta-dick.
You’re not even sure what a kismes-whatever is, but if it means you get to have
rough hate sex with this annoying, bossy, ridiculously attractive motherfucker,
then you are down for it. You hate this kid so much it turns you on. You’re not
even suer how that works but you guess the thought of fucking this loud-
mouthed, bossy troll kid into submission is sort of kinky to you.
You don’t really care honestly. All you know is that Karkat’s about to take off
his pants and you’ve got a boner that’s raging so hard it’s gonna explode
before he even touches you.
Karkat gets his pants off and straddles your hips again. Unlike Terezi’s,
Karkat’s bulge is bright candy red. Just under the writhing tentacle, is his
nook, which you also have plenty of experience with.
You’re fucking ecstatic to have that pale red genetic material dripping all
over you, but you guess Karkat’s embarrassed because he’s looking away again
and is as red as his bulge.
You’re pretty sure a kismesis isn’t supposed to give any comfort in a time like
this but you really don’t want the kid to feel like you aren’t really enjoying
this.
So instead, you reach up and wrap your hand around the bulge, letting it curl
between your fingers and squeezing it.
The noise Karkat makes almost makes you jizz yourself right then and there.
His arms come down to squeeze your shoulders, and his expression is one of pure
ecstasy as you squeeze harder and run your hand along the length of the bulge
and back down, curling and uncurling it in your fingers.
He’s already dripping genetic material down the length of your arm, and you
could not be more ready to go. Especially when Karkat starts rocking his hips
up into your touch, unconsciously grinding on your dick. You pull you hand away
before he spills all of his genetic material and ruins the fun too soon. You
give him a minute to catch his breath, even though he’s shooting you annoyed
glances for stopping. He shrugs it off and starts pulling at your jeans.
Fucking finally! You think it is high time you get to the good part.
“Let’s see what’s in your pants.” Karkat sneers, pulling your jeans off of you.
You make quick work of your underwear, releasing your aching erection.
“Yessss.” You hiss at the sensation of cold air making contact with the
sensitive flesh, and then turn your eyes toward Karkat’s expression.
He’s just staring, wide eyed. You can’t tell if he’s in awe, or disgusted.
After he’s quiet for too long, you start to get annoyed. Maybe this wasn’t a
good idea.
“What’s wrong, dude?”
“Nothing.” He spits, snapping back into defensive asshole mode. You guess you
figured he’d take a minute to digest your biological differences, but come on,
he’s kind of killing the mood here.
“Well?” you raise one condescending eyebrow, smirking at him to rile him back
up.
He growls at you and wraps one small, grey hand around the base of your dick.
Hard. You almost scream at the long anticipated contact, but manage to hold it
in as he runs his hand roughly up the length of your dick.
“Interesting.” He smirks, staring greedily at it, and you.
“God Karkat, can you please get on with it?” you whine. You’re a little
embarrassed to be so eager but you don’t think you can hold on to long. He
seems to be contemplating it, and you realize you made a grave mistake. You
gave him all of the control. And as his new kismesis, you’re pretty sure that
is bad for you.
You decide to take matters back into your own hands before he gets the wrong
idea. You use one hand to lift his hips from you, and with the other you grip
his bulge firmly so he is unable to fight back. You line you dick up with his
nook and drop his hips back down again, both of you letting out strangled moans
as he slides down your length.
“Fuck you, Strider!” Karkat breathes through gritted teeth, shooting you
another hateful glare.
“On the contrary, Vantas,” You smirk, thanking whatever mystical being is
allowing your voice to be so steady and cool right now even though you’re a
mess inside, “It is I who is fucking you.” You grab his hips again, and lift
Karkat quickly to drop him down hard again.
You get a good steady rhythm going with your hips, and continue your squeezing
on his bulge, although it’s twisting and writhing around your hand so much on
its own you don’t know if you really need to be.
The moans and screams fill the air as you both succumb to the feelings and
pleasures of your black romance.
You’re the first one to come undone, and your hands leave the troll’s body to
claw at your thighs, trying to grasp anything, anything at all to keep you from
going off the edge. But it’s too late. Your hands curl into fists and your body
spasms under Karkat’s. You’re panting as you come down from your climax, but
Karkat is still riding your dick.
He begins to look angry that he hasn’t orgasmed yet and grabs his own bulge as
he rams himself onto your softening dick. The sight is hotter than you care to
admit.
You bring yourself to a sitting position, grabbing Karkat’s body to help him
get a better angle. His hands grip your arms for leverage, and his free bulge
stretches up and twists round, seeking friction.
You bend low to the red, wriggling tentacle and catch it with your teeth.
Karkat gasps and stills, watching with amazement as you suck the tip into your
mouth.
It’s soft and sort of rubbery. It’s wet and sticky with genetic material, and
since it curls and flexes, it’s easy to fit more of it into your mouth.
Karkat quickly starts moving again at the stimulation of your mouth on his
bulge. The suddenly, the troll makes the most fucking erotic sound you have
ever heard in your life, ceasing his motions and arching his back like a cat.
Genetic fluid gushes down his legs and yours out of his nook, and you hurry to
swallow down all of the hot, sweet, red liquid coming from his bulge. Now you
know why trolls need a bucket!
It stops as quickly as it started, and Karkat lifts himself off of you, falling
to the floor.
Both of you are panting, and immobile. After a minute, Karkat rolls over on top
of you, looking at your face with a look of confusion. He just stares for a
minute before hesitantly reaching his hand up to your face.
He presses a softer, more confusing kiss to your mouth and removes your shades.
You don’t know why you let him see, but you fight the instinct to close your
eyes and look away.
The silence gets uncomfortable, and you can’t stand him looking into your eyes
anymore.
“So,” you clear your throat, “umm… kismesis huh?”
He snaps out of it, immediately sneering at you, “Looks like it.”
“Can uh… can kismesis cuddle? Or?” you look away, but you don’t retrieve your
shades.
“Yeah okay.” The troll says after a while, “But I still hate you.” He lays his
head against your chest.
You smile, trying not to laugh, “I hate you too.”
==>
Your name is KARKAT VANTAS, and you are really not looking forward to the
vacillating quadrant feelings concerning Dave Strider.
But you have to admit, you are fully sated and that… that was really hot.
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