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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/
      Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Nepeta_Leijon_&_Equius_Zahhak, Eridan_Ampora/Equius_Zahhak
  Character:
      Nepeta_Leijon, Equius_Zahhak, Eridan_Ampora, Karkat_Vantas
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Non_Consensual, Mind_Rape, Obedience, Control_Issues, Hemospectrum
      Shift
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-02-24 Words: 4159
****** Purple and Blue ******
by AndeliaMaddock
Summary
     Why was Equius so hesitant to speak with Eridan when his leader,
     Karkat, gave him a direct order to stop Eridan's rampaging? What
     could possibly make Equius not immediately listen to something so
     depraved as a low blooded leader telling him what to do?
     This story reveals what might have gone down to get Equius
     apprehensive, nay, even afraid to go towards someone who made such
     direct and discomforting advances towards Equius.
Notes
     Involves mind fuckery and non-con. I directly copied some/most of the
     conversation between Karkat and Equius near the end.
Equius turned the screwdriver in hand carefully, using slow, precise movements
to make sure the screw didn’t go into the machine too far, or too fast.
He was an expert mechanic and maybe he messed up everything else with his
STRENGTH, but with machines everything just fit into place and seemed to work
right. Most of the time.
He was rather having an off day as it was. Nepeta was being rambunctious, as
usual, and had called him purrfectly awful, er, perfectly awful for restraining
her from talking and interacting to a great extent with a few of the trolls.
It was as if she was going about things simply to defy him at this point. How
dreadfully frustrating.
He heard the metal doors open and slow steps brought someone towards him. He
sighed. He knew those steps, those arrogant striding steps. He relaxed his grip
on the screw driver to keep from pushing it any further into the machine he
might be able to salvage even though he’d just pushed a deep hole right
into the top of it.
He set the tool aside and turned to look at the High blood sea dweller. Gloved
hands still moved to his hips and thighs, brushing off unseen dust in an
attempt to look more presentable and feel less nervous. No, maybe nervous
wasn’t the word. There was another word for this feeling he had.
“High blood”
“Eq, just the troll I wwas lookin for. I got a question for ya. So sit
down, would ya?”
He felt the beginning of a sweat session trickling against his face and down
his neck. Equius licked his lips, nodded, and sat on the reinforced metal work
stool. “What is it that you would ask of me, high blood?”
“You’re Moirails wwith that Nepeta, right? A course you are, I
knoww that.” Eridan stalked closer, cape swishing behind him. He leaned
over the desk, looking at the machine Equius had all but ruined recently. A
smirk pulled at his lips. “Wwhat do ya think wwould happen if I got
wwith her?”
Got with. Equius cracked his knuckles and pressed them together, one hand
holding the other hands balled fist. “That certainly…” He
forced a tight smile that etched across his features and showed more teeth (or
less) than one would expect in a totally friendly smile. “Would be
something. And may I inquire as to why your sights are on my Nepeta instead of,
perhaps, any of the other trolls.”
Eridan turned about and lifted himself onto the table, sitting and swinging his
legs just a few feet from Equius. “Wwell, it’s like this. I
don’t wwant most of the others. Fef and Sol are out. Karkat’s
busy doin cod knowws wwhat. Vvriska doesn’t wwanna play anymore. Tavv is
pathetic, Aradia’s… no thanks,” he shuddered a bit,
“Then wwho’s left? You’vve got some fuckin Gam and wwho
wwants that troll, cod. Terezi’s not a thing either, neither is Kanaya.
She’s not really interested either. So that basically leavves you twwo
to try an fill quadrants wwith until the rest of them come around.”
Come around. Yes, certainly that would happen. Equius swallowed and reached
forward carefully to retrieve a towel. “My Nepeta is quite innocent,
Eridan.” It almost hurt to swallow this time. He pressed on. “I
am quite honored that you would consider her even though she is lower in the
hemospectrum than you, but I am afraid that I cannot allow that relationship.
She would not be equipped at this present moment to know what to do and as her
Moirail, I cannot allow her to go beyond her understanding at her age.”
“She’s got that cod damned shipping wwall, right? Wway I see it,
she knowws wwhat goes on and its not like I’d pail her right awway,
I’m not a cod, that’d be fuckin awwful of me. Gotta give her time
to adjust to bein wwith the best of the best.”
Equius wiped faster, moving from face to neck to shoulders and back up to face.
This was becoming a large job. “The answer is no, I am afraid that I
will not allow that to take place. She has not expressed any interest in you
and if she were interested, she would have informed me of such a matter. She
has not, so she will not fill any quadrants with you unless she does
so.” And she would not.
Eridan was against him now, claws pulling at his muscle shirt. “That
fuckin right? And you’d go against the orders of a high blood? Here I
thought you were one of the only ones wwho really got the hemospectrum and your
place in things. I wwasn’t askin if you thought it wwas a good idea. I
wwas tellin you that I’m gonna do wwhat I wwanna an that you’re
gonna tell me howw to get at her the best wway. Got it?”
He wouldn’t even have to hit that hard and Eridan would be
incapacitated. A face hit might even decapitate him. Nepeta needed to be
helped, and Eridan was clearly a threat to her safety. But the
bloodlines… Equius swallowed. “I c-cannot allow that, High blood.
She is my Moirail. I have to ensure her safety.”
Face to face now, Eridan was just too closer for Equius’ comfort.
“Hmm. I wwonder.” His lips curled into a smirk.
He could just remove Eridan’s grip from his shirt and it wouldn’t
be a problem and it would be alright and he couldn’t, oh goodness, he
couldn’t because that would hurt the high blood and this was so very
tricky. “Wonder what?”
“Wwonder wwhat it wwould be like to pail wwith you. She might be
innocent, but you’re too much of a freak to not knoww wwhat its
about.”
No. This was not acceptable. “High blood, I-” He winced when a
claw caught at his lips, then slowly slid between parted lips..
“Don’t talk. It’s either you an me, or me an her.
Wwhat’s it gonna be, blue blood?”
He had been commanded to not talk, then commanded to make a decision. Equius
sweat more and felt the string of blue sweat at his eyes. “M-me.”
It was the noble thing to do. Perhaps Eridan would be reasoned with soon, but
for the moment Equius was paralyzed into not moving in order to not harm
Eridan, the high blood who was commanding him about in just an ever so
deliciously awful way.
It was depraved. One was not supposed to enter a quadrant in this manner! It
was supposed to be consented to by both parties, even in Kismesitude. But
Eridan must have become incredibly desperate to break the rules like this and
demand romantic actions on Equius’ end.
Equius had to make this stop, but he could reason with Eridan soon enough. For
the moment he just had to make sure that Eridan didn’t try and force
himself upon sweet Nepeta. That was the worst outcome and one that Equius would
work to avoid.
It wasn’t supposed to happen so soon. Eridan just sprawled right over
his lap, legs wrapped about his waist and bone bulge pressing against his abs
while Eridan’s lips pressed to his own.
The kiss wasn’t enjoyable. It was rough and angry and Equius
didn’t want this. He opened his mouth anyway and allowed Eridan’s
slick tongue to gain entrance. It moved roughly over his teeth and battled with
his own tongue, like a seeking serpent.
Equius shut his eyes. No, he wouldn’t think about it. He’d just
keep his hands closed together and clasped behind Eridan’s back and
he’d just let Eridan do a bit of kissing in order to appease the high
blood. Then they would talk like rational trolls who weren’t reduced to
such base lewdness and acts of romantic desperation.
Eridan’s hips gyrated forward and Equius could feel the pulse in
Eridan’s bone bulge, even through the tight material of the high
blood’s jeans.
He had to break the kiss. Perhaps Eridan didn’t need to breath and
Eridan wasn’t panicking and unable to breath, but Equius needed to
breath and was definitely panicked enough that this was difficult even through
his nose. “High blood, please, this is… most lewd. We’re
not supposed to—”
“Wwhat wwas that? You wwant me an Nepeta to get together and pail? I bet
our wwrigglers wwould look good too, you’re right.”
Equius stiffened, then nodded and cast his eyes down. “I am not prepared
for… quite the level you seem to wish to take it.”
“You’ll get ready. You’re a tough guy, you can take
it.”
Then this was not even his choice. He had nothing to say in the matter because
Eridan would overrule it, as was his right as a higher blood than Equius. The
hemospectrum was… a difficult thing to navigate in some occasions, but
it was in place for a reason. It made things clear as far as who commanded who.
So perhaps Eridan was a loathsome troll who was pathetic and all but useless in
most situations. It was still in Eridan’s blood that he and Gamzee were
better than Equius.
Could he argue this further and put Nepeta in danger?
He could easily destroy Eridan. One touch of his fingers at Eridan’s
neck, one slight push in, and the windpipe would be broken and he’d
suffocate or suffer a broken neck. Death would happen either way. It would be
so easy. No one would probably even blame him.
Equius swallowed and nodded. “Then shall we find some place more
comfortable than this stool?” It wasn’t his place to outright
question a high blood, even if the quadrant unwritten rules were being violated
by the high blood. It was… it was confusing. But if he just listened and
behaved then Nepeta would not be harmed and he wouldn’t have to injure
Eridan and break all of the established rules as to who did what.
“Get a blanket or somethin and put it on the floor. We can pail here.
You got a pail in this place?”
Oh goodness. It was going directly to pailing. That was… most
disconcerting. “I have one, yes. It is over in the closet. But please,
high blood, surely you don’t wish to rush such a delicate thing so
quickly.”
“Its now or never. You or her. Wwhat’s it gonna be then, blue
blood?” Those claws were right back at Equius’ neck, stroking
against the pulse and digging ever so slightly into the skin.
“Never isn’t really an option in that question, is it?”
The claws dug deeper, “No, it’s not.” Then they pulled
away, dripping blue from his claws. “Get up, and go get the
pail.”
Equius hoped the blue was only sweat, but knew the deeper shade to be his blood
as well. It was a depraved and terrible thing, but for all of the STRENGTH he
had, how could he fight this? How could he go against direct orders from
someone above him in rank, no matter how they made his skin crawl and made him
feel weak? He could not.
“You will not harm or force or do anything of a red or black manner with
Nepeta?”
“Cross my fuckin heart.” Eridan made a crossing motion over his
chest with those blood tipped claws.
That would have to be enough for Equius. He stood from his stool and strode
over to the closet. It was simple. Grab a pail, fill it with Eridan, and wash
his hands of this all.
“I think you’ll make a much better Kismesis than Vvriska. I can
smell the hate on you and it’s so fuckin delicious.”
Equius glanced over on his way to the closet. There Eridan was, licking blood
from his fingers. There was a sharp throb in his neck, but Equius ignored that,
turned to face the closet once more, and kept on the path. Grab the pail,
return to Eridan, fill the pail, escort Eridan out on a promise Nepeta would be
safe, and sleep. Sleep for a long time. The night was going to be more than
exhausting and he already couldn’t wait until he could just curl up into
a pile and sleep it all off. Except he wasn’t allowed to sleep. Direct
orders from the leader. Shoot.
Strength didn’t save him in a position where he couldn’t use it.
He couldn’t deny any of the orders he was given, no matter how much he
wanted to defy them. Obedience to those above him, blood wise or in a position
of leadership, simply pulsed through his blue blood.
Instead of fighting, he gave in and bore the saddle of his position without a
complaint.
~~—~~
Equius groaned. No, no he didn’t like it like this. His eyes clenched
behind broken sunglasses and he grit his teeth together. He could feel some of
them cracking, but that was a familiar and preferable sensation in comparison
to the way Eridan was making him feel.
Eridan’s claws ran slowly up Equius’ bone bulge, stroking along
the sensitive skin there and dragging trails through the slick blue film of
genetic material that leaked down his length. The bulge shifted and pulsed
under Eridan’s administrations.
“Please, High blood, this is… so lewd.”
“You fuckin love it, don’t lie. You’re lucky I’m
payin such special attention to you. Not evvery kismesis wwould.” Those
claws dragged a bit deeper into his bone bulge and Equius winced.
It was not supposed to feel good. He would rather it simply be pain and make
sense that someone so loathsome would simply cause him pain.
Why did it feel good? It was not meant to! He was too WEAK to fight back and
break the rules of the hemospectrum by breaking Eridan, so clearly that meant
he was bad and this was supposed to hurt. Even the claws digging against his
bone bulge wasn’t enough to make it hurt like it was supposed to in a
situation where he couldn’t fend another troll off.
Eridan just kept moving though, pulling and stroking and seeming to take it all
in like this was his prize he’d won. “You’re so fuckin
big. Glad I picked you to pail. Bet none a the others havve a bulge this
huge.”
“I-I doubt they do.” He had been proud of his length quietly in
the past. But now? It was a most ashamed thing. It was a contributor to why
Eridan was able to control how he felt. If his bone bulge wasn’t so
large, perhaps Eridan wouldn’t want to touch it so much and there
wouldn’t be so much conflicting and terrible pleasure.
“Fuckin, look at you, your leakin like a fountain. Fuckin
perfect.” Eridan leaned in and pressed the flat of his tongue along the
underside of the bulge, then lapped up to the tip and swirled his tongue around
the end.
Equius groaned too loud. He was ashamed. “Please… High blood, I
cannot take that.”
“You fuckin wwill if I say you wwill, and you’ll like it too, got
it?” Claws again, a gentle, but threatening, reminder that his place was
not to question this.
His place was to accept it and make sure that he was the only one who went
through this unwillingly. Also, he was meant to turn his unwilling behavior
into more pleasing willing behavior. It was difficult to even contemplate, but
he could do it.
So that was what he did. He shut his eyes tighter so it almost hurt his
eyelids, clenched his hands into fists that dug into his palms, and allowed
Eridan to do as he saw fit.
Several agonizingly pleasant minutes later and Eridan was undressed all but his
cape and scarf. He loomed over Equius’ body, then pushed down.
It only took a few moments to completely become ensconced in Eridan’s
nook. It was exquisite and terrible. Such a tight heat that was so much better
than simply his own hand which normally bruised more than pleasured.
He didn’t want it to feel this good though. He tried to want it, but he
couldn’t get rid of the disgust for both of their bodies. Even with the
pleasure, he wanted pain to wash it away and make it less confusing.. It was
conflicting with every thought, every emotion he was feeling. But
Equius’ body did not care and did not listen to his indignation.
Equius’ body simply felt the pleasure and he reacted with a low groan
and a slight growl. “High blood…”
“Fuckin yeah I knoww it. You love this… just admit it and
I’ll make it evven better for ya.”
That did sound good. But… “I… I love this.”
“Fuckin kneww ya wwanted it before. Bet you’re glad you gavve in
to my appeal.” Eridan lifted his hips up, then slammed back down, taking
all of Equius in on a low moan. “Fuckin lovve it.”
Such lewd language. Such a vulgar action they were engaging in. But Equius had
all but agreed to this. He’d given in. He could have fought, but he
didn’t. So this was what he got. This was what he deserved.
“Please, High blood… more.” Like a pathetic little
courtesan. But this was what he deserved. He craved this deprevation.
He couldn’t even deny it felt good. There was no room to lie and he
couldn’t control it, but that hardly mattered because it still felt
good. He wanted it. That was why it felt good. He deserved this.
Eridan’s body was sinewy and aesthetically pleasing. The way the scarf
whipped about and the cape swished behind Eridan only highlighted the graceful
movements. The sea dweller moved and writhed on top of Equius and all he had to
do was lay back, hands clasped behind his head, and watch Eridan move and
contort in pleasure.
It wasn’t so terrible. It was alright. He could do this. He could.
Too soon it ended. It was funny, because for too long it had gone on before and
then a switch had flipped and he’d wanted it, wanted the shame and the
pleasure and the direct vulgar orders to enjoy. Eridan jerked off into the pail
while groaning and grinding down against Equius’ bulge. Finished, Eridan
pulled off and made Equius sit up and empty himself into the pail.
It wasn’t nearly how he imagined the finish would be, but Equius
didn’t open his mouth to complain. He simply moaned, got off, and lay
back. Done. He was done now, right?
It seemed so. Eridan was dressing and seemed ready to depart. Not even a word,
and the high blood left the pail of their mixed fluids beside Equius. The high
blood slammed the doors shut behind him.
Fine by Equius. He was exhausted. He barely had the energy to dump the genetic
material into the sink and wash the metal pail out before he moved to his pile
and just lay down.
No sleeping. Karkat had demanded no sleeping.
But surely resting would be acceptable. He’d just been through an awful
lot in a short space of time. Just resting and not thinking, that was what the
situation called for.
~~—~~
Nepeta curled up next to Equius while he rested. “What’s wrong?
You look purrfectly poised to pass out.”
“It’s nothing, Nepeta.” He gently wrapped his arms about
her, pulling her close to his chest. “It’s nothing my sweet
Nepeta. Don’t worry yourself over it.”
“I wasn’t, but now I am. What happened?”
“It’s not something I wish to discuss with you.”
“Does it have to do with that fishy troll, Eridan?”
“Wh-what would make you say that?”
“He came into my lair and growled about how he was pailing with you and
if I wanted in on it.”
“He did what?” He was going to kill Eridan. Kill him with his
bare hands and—
“I told him meow about no and then shut the door on his face.”
She giggled and cuddled against Equius. “I don’t know why
you’d see anything in that silly little fish troll, but I won’t
hold it against you. You’re my favorite meowrail.”
He relaxed and resumed stroking through her soft short hair. “And
you’re my favorite meo—moirail, Nepeta. Just know I would do
anything for you.”
“I know that, silly!” She giggled and purred, pushing against him
and just cuddling.
He would have a talk with Eridan. A talk on his own terms, in his own way.
There would be no more pailing and if Eridan pushed it with Nepeta or himself,
Equius would eliminate him. That was just a fact.
The hemospectrum was not perfect, but nearly perfect. Sometimes crass
individuals who didn’t appreciate their rich blood were born as high
bloods. There was nothing one could do about that. But he could ensure that the
high blood left his Nepeta alone and the best way to do that was to make it
clear both of them were off limits, hemospectrum be damned.
He blushed slightly at that inward horse-er, coarse language. It
wouldn’t do to think as low class as other high bloods who diluted their
perfection with awful mannerisms, habits, and speech.
But Eridan would not take advantage of him again, nor would he encroach upon
Nepeta. This would not do. Equius was STRONGER than that. He had thought it all
over and Nepeta’s information just made this more clear to him.
Eridan would back off, or Eridan would lose his life.
But still, Equius didn’t really want to… see Eridan again. He
would just…
He would just write it in a letter and make sure Eridan got it. The letter
would write out the warning clear enough. Then Equius wouldn’t have to
deal with the sea dwelling royalty unless the troll decided that he wanted to
risk it to fill a quadrant or two.
~~—~~
CT: D —> I’ll take measures to ensure our comrades aren’t
injured
CG: OK, AND?
CT: D —> Well
CG: BUT YOU WON’T FIGHT HIM, IS THAT IT
CT: D —> If it comes to close quarters skirmish, I will try to be
prepared
CG: HOW FUCKING REASSURING!
CG: YOU ARE SUCH AN IDIOT, I DON’T GET IT
CG: YOU KISS THE GROUND THIS LUNATIC WALKS ON BECAUSE HE HAS PURPLE BLOOD
CG: BUT THAT DOESN’T STOP YOU FROM RIPPING ON ERIDAN, I KNOW FOR A FACT
YOU DON’T LIKE HIM
CG: AND HIS BLOOD IS EVEN PURPLIER, ISN’T IT?
CT: D —> Yes
CT: D —> That’s different
CT: D —> He is a sea dweller
CT: D —> Our feud is codified in tradition
CT: D —> Neigh, we are obligated to be at odds
CT: D —> It’s dignified
CG: OK FINE, THEN SPEAKING OF WHICH
CG: HE’S ON A MURDEROUS RAMPAGE TOO
CT: D —> He is
CT: D —> How many of us are rampaging murderously, e%actly
CG: I DON’T KNOW, AT LEAST THREE PROBABLY, BUT WHO EVEN KNOWS AT THIS
POINT
CG: THE POINT IS, IF YOU SEE HIM, WOULD YOU MIND SNAPPING HIS STUPID WAND IN
HALF OR SOMETHING?
CG: AND THEN CHOKE HIM TO DEATH WITH HIS OWN SHITTY PRETENTIOUS SCARF.
CT: D —> Do I really have to
CG: GOD, WHAT IS THE PROBLEM NOW?
CT: D —> I’d prefer not to interact with him
CG: WHY
CT: D —> It’s primarily that his advances make me uncomfortable
CG: HAHAHAHAHAHA.
CG: I WOULD HIGH FIVE YOU IF IT WOULDN’T SHATTER EVERY BONE IN MY HAND.
CG: AND IF YOU DIDN’T SMELL TERRIBLE.
CG: BUT SERIOUSLY, IF YOU COULD CARRY OUT MY ORDERS IN THE LEAST PERVERSE WAY
POSSIBLE, THAT WOULD BE GREAT.
CG: JUST KILL ONE OR MORE OF THOSE ASSHOLES AND GET BACK TO ME, OK?
CG: I NEED YOU TO COME THROUGH FOR ME, BECAUSE WE’RE RUNNING OUT OF
MANPOWER HERE.
CT: D —> We are
CG: YES DIDN’T I MENTION? FEFERI, KANAYA AND TAVROS ARE DEAD, SOLLUX IS
UNCONSCIOUS, AND TEREZI IS MISSING.
CG: OH GOD, I HOPE SHE’S OK, I SHOULD PROBABLY GO LOOK FOR HER
CT: D —> Oh shoot
CT: D —> E%cuse my vulgarity
CG: I’LL LET IT SLIDE.
CG: JUST DO WHAT I SAY, OK.
CT: D —> I will 100k into it
Equius couldn’t kill Gamzee, certainly. But Eridan? That… that
was something he could do, if forced to. Neigh, he might even enjoy it. Eridan
had it coming to him. So he’d go, he’d fight, and he’d
come through for Nepeta and the rest of them. He turned to her and nodded. She
needed to know to remain in hiding until the coast was clear. He
wouldn’t let her and his team down.
Failure against Eridan was not an option. Someone else would have to deal with
Gamzee though. He simply couldn’t break that many rules in the
hemospectrum, especially when it seemed that Gamzee was finally accepting his
role in things like a good High blood should.
But Eridan had failed in his role and now? Now Equius would deal with him
accordingly.
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