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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Dualscar/Sollux
  Character:
      Sollux_Captor, Orphaner_Dualscar
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Blackrom, Biting, Rough_Sex, Power_Play, Bloodplay,
      Homestuck_Kink_Meme
  Collections:
      Claimed_Fills
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-03-10 Words: 2079
****** Sidequest ******
by Laylah
Summary
     He'll probably be sorry within five minutes, but Sollux keeps
     walking. Gog, the tool has his flarping cosplay on and everything.
     He'll probably be even more unreasonable than usual.
Notes
     For a homesmut prompt:
     Due to some weird time shit, Sollux ends up in the ancestors' era. He
     promptly lands himself in potentially very deep shit when he runs
     into Dualscar, mistakes him for Eridan, and reacts accordingly.
     Dualscar, however, is willing to let the insult slide in exchange for
     some sexual favors.
  This work was inspired by
      never_mind_you_can_thtay by hoarous
This shit with the transportalizers needs to stop. Sollux catches his breath
after the weird moment of disorientation passes, looking around. His voices
don't have anything to say about this, which is sort of creepy. And he's...on a
beach? Pretty far from the fucking lab, that's for sure. He turns right around
and gets back on the transportalizer pad.
This shit with the one-way transportalizers needs to stop like yesterday.
Okay, so this is probably some kind of side area in the game that they missed,
or something. Optional dungeon. Sidequest. Whatever. There's going to be a goal
around here he needs to do to unlock the way back out again, and it'll be
stupid and he has plenty of levels for it, but first he has to figure out what
the stupid objective is in the first place.
Lacking other options, Sollux starts walking up the beach. He guesses it would
be kind of nice, for somebody who liked stuff like this. It's twilight, it's
pretty warm, the sand is littered with shells he could use as psionic
projectiles if need be. Not that he's seen any of the game's imps since he got
here. That's a plus. Unless it means this is just a boss fight arena.
After a few minutes of walking he spots a figure up ahead. Still no real help
from his voices, but when he squints he can make out jagged, upward-pointing
horns. Dilemma: is it better or worse than going it alone if he's stuck in a
stupid sidequest with Eridan for an ally?
He'll probably be sorry within five minutes, but Sollux keeps walking. Gog, the
tool has his flarping cosplay on and everything. He'll probably be even more
unreasonable than usual. There's a mutter from his voices, agreeing that Sollux
is screwed, but he knows by now how little good it does to fight things they
tell him.
"Hey," he says when he gets close enough that he doesn't have to raise his
voice. "Did you get tranthportalithed here too?"
"Wwho dares be so familiar with me?" Eridan turns around, and did Sollux
estimate five minutes to be sorry? Because it's more like two seconds.
This guy isn't Eridan. He's what Eridan wishes he could be, bigger and more
imposing and...sharper. The distilled essence of arrogant aquatic troll
douchebag.
"Whoa, thorry," Sollux says, taking an instinctive step backward. "My mithtake,
I thought you were thomeone elthe."
"A sorry excuse for a lie," not-Eridan says. He takes a step closer and Sollux
cringes back again. Maybe it makes him a coward but that's how you deal with a
highblooded adult when you're low-spectrum and just getting the hang of your
powers. Right? "Wwho could possibly approach the grandeur of Orphaner
Dualscar?"
"Nobody," Sollux says, because he knows a demand for flattery when he hears
one.
Dualscar lashes out and grabs his arm. Sollux jumps, but isn't fast enough to
pull away before Dualscar's hand closes. He flinches at the bite of claws, and
Dualscar's eyes widen at the sight of his blood. Shit. Shit shit shit.
The nasty little smile that spreads across Dualscar's face doesn't do anything
to make it better. "Wwell, I'll givve you credit for unreasonable bravvery," he
says. The accent is just as ridiculous coming from him as from Eridan, but
Sollux doesn't dare laugh. "Approaching me wwhen you're lowwblooded and barely
more than a wriggler."
"It wath a bad idea," Sollux agrees. The beach is so empty. There isn't really
anything heavy enough around here to make a good anti-sadistic-troll weapon.
"You're not going to let me go, are you."
Dualscar's eyes narrow, and Sollux hates the half of his brain that says things
like that without consulting the other half. "Not wwithout taking some payment
for the insult of your familiarity, wriggler."
Shit. Is this the way he gets blinded? Is he going to have his eyes torn out by
Eridan's psychotic flarp character over some imaginary hemospectrum insult?
Life sucks.
No, okay, if Dualscar is as much like Eridan as he seems, it's probably
possible to get away with something less permanently awful. Sollux sinks to his
knees in the sand. "Pleathe let me apologithe," he says.
He looks up over the rims of his shades and Dualscar is watching him smugly.
"Go on."
Sollux takes a deep breath. It's probably a power game or something, making him
demonstrate what he's offering instead of just taking the obvious hint.
Dualscar's still holding his right wrist, but fortunately—really? fortunately?
there's anything fortunate about this?—Sollux is ambidextrous, so that doesn't
slow him down a whole lot. He slides his hand up the front of Dualscar's
striped trousers, cupping the bulge at the crotch and rubbing.
"You'vve nevver done this before, havve you?" Dualscar asks.
"I'll figure it out," Sollux says. "It'th not that complicated." He's seen
plenty of porn, for jegus's sake, but he doesn't say that. Not like he needs to
confirm any of Dualscar's obvious prejudices about lowbloods.
"Maybe not," Dualscar says, "but it takes finesse." His free hand undoes his
trouser buttons, pushing fabric back out of the way. His cock is stiff, with a
ridge along the underside that kinks the way his horns do. The peak of the
ridge is flushed a deep purple. "Careful wwith your teeth," he says. "You don't
wwant me to hate you that wway."
No. No, he really doesn't. Sollux licks his lips, twice, and tries to stretch
his jaw wide enough to wrap his lips around Dualscar's cock. It's not easy,
even before the douchebag gets a grip on his hair, between his horns, and pulls
him closer. The whole damn thing slides down his throat and Sollux chokes,
muscles convulsing at the invasion. The corners of his eyes sting and he
squeezes them shut because like fuck he wants to cry, even if it's just an
involuntary physical thing.
Thinking that makes a rush of anger wash down his spine, black and hot, enough
to make him start getting hard. It's not real hate—it better not be, gog—but
it's close enough to be kind of exciting. He almost does want to bite, with
these feelings rising, but he's got just enough sense to rein in that urge.
He's trying not to get hurt. Isn't he?
The sensations are kind of overwhelming, the roughness of Dualscar's cock
against his lips and tongue, the sharp tug of claws tangled in his hair, the
sting at his wrist where his blood still trickles from that scratch. He can
hear the pounding of his own heartbeat in his ears, counterpoint to the crash
of waves on the shore. Is it supposed to be ironic that his first time is
something he didn't foresee at all? He tastes brine, just a little—is Dualscar
close? Are they going to be done soon? He might hope so, but he's not sure
anymore. It's different when he's hard. Maybe.
Dualscar pulls out without finishing. "No," he says. "I wwant more from you
than this." Sollux's hands curl into fists reflexively, and Dualscar smiles.
"You wwant it, too."
"Tho now you're doing me a favor?" says the suicidal part of Sollux's brain.
He feels the crack across his face before he sees Dualscar move, and then it
stings, hot. Those stupid rings are going to leave bruises on his cheek. This
is just a passing thing, Sollux reminds himself. It's not real hate. "I'm
givving you better than you deservve," Dualscar says. He kneels smoothly,
pushing Sollux backward and yanking his jeans open. "And you lovve it."
Sollux takes a breath to argue as Dualscar takes hold of his cock—gog, he wants
to provoke the douchebag, doesn't he?—and Dualscar saves him from himself by
shoving a few fingers into his mouth. It's a rough, pushy motion, but his cock
was bigger, and Sollux only chokes a little. He goes ahead and lets his teeth
scrape Dualscar's knuckles, tastes the inky salt of high-spectrum blood.
Dualscar laughs. "Brat," he says, and bites Sollux's shoulder. Gog, his teeth
are sharp. The pain makes Sollux's cock jump, and Dualscar strokes it harder.
Sollux squirms, pretty sure Dualscar won't let him go anywhere but
wanting—needing—to try. The lazy curl of Dualscar's tongue against his bitten
shoulder is an insult and fucking hot at the same time. Sollux's hands are
clenched tight in the back of Dualscar's coat, and he can't even remember
grabbing the bastard in the first place. His hips rock, pushing into Dualscar's
hand, and he can feel his power crackling and sparking along his nerves. It
should take more than this, shouldn't it? He should need more than this but oh
fuck it feels like he doesn't, like he's going to right now fuck just like that
he's coming all over both of them.
Dualscar sits back, licking smears of yellow from his mouth, and Sollux tries
to catch his breath. This isn't over, he's pretty sure. No, his voices concur,
and he has a brief flash of what comes next—just enough that he doesn't freak
out too bad when Dualscar gets one strong hand under his hips and rolls him
over.
"Fuck," Sollux says, bracing his forearms under him to support his weight as
Dualscar drags his jeans down. There's another spike of anger when Dualscar's
claws rake his ass, and he tries to ride it out. He's so not ready for real
blackrom if it feels stronger than this.
"That's the idea," Dualscar says. "Vvery clevver." He rubs Sollux's own come
into the crack of his ass, and then follows it with the thick head of his cock.
Sollux tries to pull away instinctively, but Dualscar pins him, grinding him
down into the sand, and one hard thrust gets the head of his cock into Sollux's
ass.
"You nookthtain," Sollux grits out, shuddering under his weight.
Dualscar bites the nape of his neck and pushes in deeper. "You gavve this to
me, wriggler." The friction burns. "It's too late to be sorry."
"Tho big," Sollux complains, even though he knows Dualscar will take it as
encouragement. He's still so wound up, so on edge—like that handjob satisfied
his cock, okay, but the rest of him isn't done yet. His hands drag furrows in
the sand, grit catching under his claws, his power crackling and humming with
the need to hit back somehow, outmatched as he is. His control slips, an
unfocused bolt of psionic power just lashing out with the need to do some harm.
Dualscar rocks back for a second, grunting with the impact—and then of course
he shoves back in harder, getting a grip on Sollux's hair again to pin him down
harder. "Flirt," he croons. "Wwas this wwhat you wwere after the whole time?"
He sounds so fucking smug, so much like Eridan, Sollux can't stand it. "You
dithgutht me," he pants, and somehow that's what he was waiting for, that's the
thing that brings him helpless, shuddering relief. Anger and loathing roll
through him, bitter in his throat, crackling along his nerves, making his
muscles clench rhythmically. Dualscar groans, fucking him faster and harder for
probably two minutes' worth of eternity before he thrusts in one last time and
his cock pulses, sticky and hot.
They both lie there panting for a few seconds before Dualscar pulls out. Sollux
tries not to give him the satisfaction of flinching. "I don't have to ask if it
wwas good for you," Dualscar says.
Sollux tries to tug his jeans back up. "Pith off," he says, too tired and
shaken up right now to be careful.
Dualscar smirks at him. "You wwere entertaining," he says, "so I wwon't kill
you for that. But you should get out of here before I regret my generosity."
For just a second, Sollux fantasizes about punching him in the mouth and then
licking up the blood from his split lip, biting, showing him how—no, look, this
was just a one-time thing and he doesn't have feelings for this douchebag.
"Yeah, I'm going," he says.
He heads off down the beach. Dualscar doesn't watch him go. Sollux takes stock
of his situation. He still doesn't know where the fuck he is, he just let some
nightmare flarp version of Eridan fuck him, and now he's going to have to do
the rest of this pointless sidequest with a limp.
Life sucks.
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