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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Tavros_Nitram/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Dave_Strider, Tavros_Nitram, Karkat_Vantas, John_Egbert, Kanaya_Maryam,
      Eridan_Ampora, Gamzee_Makara, Rose_Lalonde
  Additional Tags:
      Wingfic
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-10-19 Words: 7446
****** Stranger Than You Dreamt It ******
by Taimat
Summary
     For the meme. Tavros grows wings.
Notes
     The wings I have in mind are those of the Promethea moth.
He had kinda been looking forward to meeting Tavros. He'd figured the troll was
going to be shy, maybe soft-spoken and awkward, but this?
This is just…sad.
While other trolls are busy talking, touching, licking (he'd finally imagined
to escape Terezi), Tavros looks more like he's about to fall over than anything
else.
The other troll's eyes are glassy, and though he's sure Tavros is trying to pay
attention to him, he keeps blinking to bring them back into focus. He remembers
that Tavros' control of those weird robot legs is tenuous at the best of times,
so he's ready to flashstep away, if he has to. If Tavros collapses.
"You look like you're about to do a very literal faceplant and knock out all
your sweet-ass fangs."
Tavros laughs, if that shuddering breath could be considered a laugh, and bows
his head. "I'll be, uh, fine."
"You sure you don't have some kinda weird alien disease? Fuck, are you
contagious?"
The trolls blinks, shoulders slumping. "I don't, think so. No one knows, what's
wrong with me. But, I think that, if you could catch it, uh, someone would
have…" He gives a full-body shudder, then, and okay, that's really worrying.
Tavros is going to die on him, and then all the trolls are going to blame him
and then John is going to make those goddamn huge eyes at him and he's going to
feel like shit.
"Come on, man. Lemee help you to your room, or something."
"Thanks, Dave."
The coolkid slings an arm around Tavros' waist and tries to avoid being stepped
on by those legs as they leave. He'd been done with playing meet-and-greet,
anyway.
They transportalize using the platform with Tavros' symbol on it, and Dave
guesses he only came along by way of being currently physically attached. How
he's going to get back, though, he's not sure.
Maybe he's been staring at the transportalizer for too long, because Tavros
mumbles from behind him (and when had he walked off, anyway?), "We're not, that
far. It's just, uh, easier to not walk."
The human gives a nod of acknowledgement and turns around to find Tavros
sprawled inside something that seems more like a bathtub than anything else,
though it looks like it's been jigsawed together with scraps of metal. But hey,
Dave isn't going to judge. Maybe trolls are super fond of bathtubs or
something.
"Thank you."
That's the last thing Tavros says before completely passing out, and with
nothing else to do, Dave checks to make sure the guy is still breathing before
exiting the room. He has no idea where the fuck he is, but damned if that's
going to stop him from getting back to the party.
Okay, so maybe it takes a few more minutes (hours) to get back. By that time,
everyone's pretty much chilled out, but John literally flies up from his seat
and soars across the room to hug him.
"Where did you go, Dave? You just disappeared, and I thought maybe you had
gotten lost!"
"Naw, man. I can take better care a' myself than that. Where's Karkat?" Dave
figures that's the best place to start, since the grumpy troll is their leader
or whatever. He's well aware that all eyes are on him as he crosses the room,
as John lets his hand go in front of Karkat, who's currently scowling up at
him.
Maybe his face is just stuck like that.
"What's up with Tavbro?"
Karkat sighs and actually manages to slouch even more. "We don't know. He just
started fading one day, and we can't figure out why."
"Fading."
"How else would you describe it, fuckass?" The troll's fangs flash as he
snarls. "He's always tired, always weak, despite the enormous amount of food he
manages to put away."
Gentle footsteps come up behind him, and Dave turns to find a pretty troll with
an unearthly glow. Rose's troll, Kanaya.
"That is what makes this so confusing, Dave. He still eats. He is in no pain.
He seems to be otherwise fine, and we cannot think of anything to do for him."
"So he could just die in there and no one would notice? What happens when he
stops coming outta his room?" Dave definitely does not care. He's just trying
to keep the peace and stop their allies from dying off. Okay, so maybe he cares
about that. But that's all.
"Are you volunteering to watch over him?" Kanaya's mouth twitches in what's
definitely a shadow of a smile, and Dave thinks, fuck, that is so not what I
said, you conniving little vampire troll. But before his mouth can catch up
with his brain, John's tugging at his hand and gazing at him expectantly and
shit.
He really needs a best friend who isn't immune to his utter coolness. A best
friend who understands that Dave is not going to be coerced into anything,
because Dave makes his own decisions. He is captain of this ship, and he
doesn't need a first mate or a compass or a map because he makes his own
fuckin' maps. 'Cause he goes where he pleases. And no amount of big, watery
eyes is going to--
"Yeah, sure."
…the hell had that come from?
John grins. Dave sighs. Minutely.
~~~~~~~
Maybe this is almost a good thing, because there's not much else to do on this
rock besides make battle plans, argue, play computer games, argue, train,
argue, and make out.
Not that Dave's getting much of that, but John and Rose are apparently getting
enough action for all four of them, and Dave has definitely walked in on more
inter-species makeouts than he ever really wanted to.
Anyway, here he sits, watching Tavros sleep in his weird bathtub-looking thing
that gets bigger by the day. Dave wonders when he gets the time to work on it,
since he seems to spend all of it either passed out or eating, with occasional
short conversations with Dave in between. The amount of time he spends sleeping
gets longer by the day, and when it starts bleeding into the time where Dave
would usually be sleeping, the coolkid sometimes finds himself slipping off,
too.
At one point, he jolts awake to a banging noise, blinking in the dark and
waiting for his eyes to focus, sword drawn until he figures out what the hell
is going on.
Tavros is moving around the room, back and forth, piecing things together, and
oh, that's when he works on it. Dave's about to ask why when he notices one
particular detail. Tavros' eyes are closed.
Sucking in a breath, Dave leans back in his chair. Sleepwalkers are not
supposed to get woken up, right? So he'll just…sit here and wait.
This is probably why Tavros is so tired all the time. Hell, Dave would be
tired, too, if his sleeping hours were spent building shit instead of resting.
Even for aliens, this can't be normal. If it were, one of the other trolls
would have figured it out, right? Like, oh, of course Tavros is tired. He's
building a bathtub in his sleep. I built myself a bookshelf just last week. You
see this table? Seven REM cycles, baby.
Time passes, and Tavros eventually collapses into the basin again, and Dave
just sits there, watching.
He tries to ask Tavros about it when he wakes, but all he's able to get out of
the troll is that he had kind of guessed he was sleepwalking. But Tavros has no
idea why. No idea why he doesn't rest when he sleeps, no idea why he's building
this whatever-it-is, no idea what this thing is even supposed to be for, other
than a place he sleeps every night. But he does ask Dave not to tell. He
doesn't really want to worry anyone. He also doesn't want to get ridiculed for
something he's not even aware of, since he gets enough of that as it is.
Dave agrees. He continues to spend more time than is probably healthy watching
the troll, both asleep and awake. Nothing really changes, other than the tub
thing turning into more of a…capsule, and Tavros getting more and more
exhausted.
One night, Dave is watching Tavros make his building rounds when the other boy
actually exits the room. And this is new. He's never left before.
Dave trails along, following as he ends up at the alchemizer. No one's around
at this time of…night? So they have the place to themselves. Tavros starts
pulling cards and punching in codes off the top of his head, and Dave just
stands back because he has no idea what Tavros is doing.
A small vat of something decidedly green and slime-like appears, and Tavros
lifts it and starts back toward his room, Dave trailing in his wake. He dumps
the stuff into his capsule-looking thing, and Dave watches him leave again.
After a few trips, he's decided that this is going to take a while and sits
down to wait. It's not like he can help, anyway.
When he wakes, there is a huge pile of empty containers and no Tavros. Thinking
that Tavros just went to sleep in the thing that must be one of those troll
beds (it makes so much sense, now), Dave gets up and saunters over.
He freezes when he realizes that he can't see through the slime because there's
a weird brown…shield…thing over it. Holding out a hand, he presses his fingers
to it, and it's smooth and solid. There's no give to it at all. He steps back,
now thoroughly freaked out, and flashsteps away to find someone who might know
what the hell is going on.
No one does, of course, and Equius' offer to break through the walls of the
capsule are immediately shot down by Kanaya, who wears a look of contemplation.
Her advice is to leave well enough alone, but she suggests that Dave should
stand guard.
"Just in case."
Just in case of what? If Tavros crawled in there and died (he ignores the
strange feeling that accompanies that thought), then what use is sitting around
it going to do? If Tavros is planning on coming out ever, then he's probably
taking his own sweet time, and Dave doesn't think he's going to have any sort
of effect on that, either.
But he stays.
He's not sure what that says about him.
~~~~~~~
It's been two weeks. Two weeks of wandering between Tavros' room and the common
rooms. Occasional conversations with his friends and with the other trolls.
He's convinced Jade to create a sketchbook and some pens for him so that he can
occupy himself by drawing shitty comics as he sits there in boredom. Sometimes
John comes and chills with him, in between making plans and making out. And
life goes on.
At the end of those two weeks, Dave hears a soft scratching noise come from the
pod thing. He jerks in surprise, gouging a huge line across Hella Jeff's face,
then decides it looks better like that. His head lifts when the scratching
comes again, followed by the noise of something tearing.
The initial surprise (and, okay, happiness) at finding that Tavros really isn't
dead is soon replaced by the worry that he will be, because it sounds like he's
ripping himself apart in there.
Dave crosses the room quickly and leans over the pod just in time to jump back
when the tip of one horn pierces through it. If he had to call it anything,
he'd say Tavros is…hatching. Those wicked horns make short work of the shield
that had enclosed the troll, and a clawed hand scrabbles at the edge as Tavros
pulls himself out.
He's dripping with green ooze, and he's panting as he works his shoulders free.
Dave doesn't even have time to puzzle at how Tavros is clambering out before
rust-colored eyes find his.
Rust. Not grey.
"Dave…?" Tavros' voice is no more than a whisper, and when he goes tumbling to
the ground, spilling out the rest of the way, Dave is there in an instant to
catch him.
He's not wearing a single thing.
Dave might've felt compelled to look away, had it looked like there was…well,
anything between Tavros' legs…
Red eyes go wide as they watch Tavros move and shift, long legs bending and
twisting because he's trying to roll over onto his side. Helping the other boy
along, Dave nearly trips on what looks like soggy leather. At first, he thinks
it's something that made it into the slime with Tavros, but when he tries to
tug it away, the troll gasps and shudders, his hands digging into Dave's skin
more roughly than he appreciates. Apparently those things are attached to
Tavros, and okay, he's just going to roll with it because it's not like he has
a fucking clue what's going on.
He really wants to go find help, or at least a towel, but Tavros is making soft
whimpering noises and crawling into Dave's lap, arms tightening around his neck
while Tavros turns his head so as not to gore Dave with his horns.
"Tired…"
And then he promptly passes out, leaving Dave with an armful of slimy,
hatchling troll sporting regrown appendages and the appearance of what Dave
suspects might be a pair of wings.
Aliens, man.
~~~~~~~
By the time John comes to find him, Dave's legs are numb, and the slime has
definitely soaked through his clothes, leaving him with an uncomfortable
squishy feeling. They try to move Tavros off and onto the ground, but the troll
only growls and clings more tightly. So Dave just…falls sideways with him.
Lying down has to be an improvement, right?
Dave sends John to go find someone, and Tavros shifts against Dave's body, his
slime-infused mohawk dragging underneath Dave's chin. Which is how Karkat finds
them, concerned John in tow.
Karkat's first reaction is to become speechless, lean back against the wall,
and slowly slide down.
Okay, Dave had been hoping for a little more help than that.
It's not until John pokes him that Karkat makes another attempt at speaking.
It's more of a gurgle than anything else, and the crowd of ten other trolls
that has apparently followed him here is equally surprised, and it's a good
minute before Gamzee steps forward with a grin, rattling off something about
miracles.
As soon as his hand touches Tavros' wings, though, the rust-blooded troll is
snarling in his sleep, claws scratching against Dave's skin, and Gamzee draws
away, eyes wide and confused and more than a little hurt.
"Everyone back off. No more touching the fairy troll." Dave shrugs off a wince,
glad when Tavros stops digging in quite so hard. "Does anyone have any idea
what the hell is going on?"
"He has wings, you dipshit." Eridan's lip is curled in distaste, and wow,
that's actually the most helpful thing anyone has said so far.
"So what do we do about it?" Dave prompts, trying to get something out of the
trolls. This is their deal, right?
"There is nothing to be done about it." Ever-helpful, Kanaya kneels down by the
pair, thankfully not touching anything. "Please understand, it has been
hundreds of years since there has existed a troll with wings."
"But Vriska and--"
Kanaya shakes her head, and John clams up from his position in the doorway.
"No. These are not god tier wings. These are something completely different.
These are hereditary. It would explain Tavros' recent behavior, though why he
grew them now instead of being hatched with them, I could not tell you."
"Got legs, too."
"Yes, I see. It would appear that, while his body was reforming, it returned
itself to its ideal state. Or at least, what that state should be, at this
point in time. Barring other unfortunate accidents."
That kind of makes sense. "What do I do with him?"
"You wait for him to wake up."
Dave groans on the inside. He's hungry, the floor sucks, and he kinda has to
pee. "Come on, Tavbro."
To everyone's complete shock, Tavros stirs. His legs stretch, and his wings
look like they're attempting do to the same, problem being that they still look
mostly like bundles of wet newspaper. He squirms a bit closer to Dave before
cracking his eyes open.
The first thing he sees is Dave, and he gives the boy a grin that is both
adorable and frightening due to the large amount of fangs. "You waited for me."
And when he goes to nuzzle back into Dave, he sees everyone else. His eyes go
wide, and he looks like he's trying to hide behind the human, despite the fact
that there's no way it would be possible with those horns.
"Um…I don't, know?" He answers the unspoken question, but when Eridan steps
forward, trying to circle around and get a better look, Tavros is scrambling to
lift his torso off the ground with shaking arms, snarling. Apparently surprised
by his own behavior, he claps a hand over his mouth. No longer able to support
his own weight with just one arm, he goes crashing back down onto Dave.
"Sorry…"
"I think that we should leave for the time being." Kanaya rises gracefully and
looks to Karkat, who nods.
"Yeah. Everyone out. Move."
There's a loud scuffle as they leave, voices speaking in not-so-hushed tones
about what they think is going on, and why, and Dave figures he'll ask about it
later. Right now, all he really wants is a bathroom.
"Hey, Tav?" And just like that, the troll's attention is completely fixed upon
him, again. "Mind letting me go for a bit?"
"You're leaving?" No, no, no. The last thing Dave needs in his life is another
set of too-large, watery eyes. Goddamn, it's like he's living in an anime.
"Back in a bit. Just gonna grab something to eat."
"…oh." Tavros tilts his head like the thought hadn't even occurred to him, and
he slowly unwinds his limbs from around Dave's body. He looks…small. And kind
of pathetic, Dave thinks, sitting naked on the floor with his crumpled wings
spilling down his back. As pathetic as a troll with horns and fangs and claws
can be, anyway.
Dave gets up stiffly, not missing the way Tavros' eyes follow him as he leaves,
and it really doesn't take that long to use the bathroom and get to the
kitchen. Rose is already in there, and her gaze is steady upon him. He
remembers that he hasn't changed and is covered in green ooze. Shrugging it
off, he walks up next to her and waits for her to finish with the alchemizer.
"Why did we need to make a kitchen anyway? Kinda stupid, when all we use is the
alchemizer."
"It's like a little bit of home." Rose answers without missing a beat, and Dave
leans forward onto the table, dropping to his elbows.
"Think you could make me a sandwich? Since you're already in the kitchen and
all." He knows he doesn't even have to explain the irony of the request to his
slime sister.
"Make your own." She steps aside and tilts her head as he slides over. "How are
you feeling?"
"Gross."
"And?"
"Weirded out."
"How do you think Tavros is feeling?"
Dave pauses.
"I don't think he knows what's going on any more than you do."
"Now you make it sound like I'm blaming him for turning into a beautiful
butterfly or whatever."
Rose sighs. "No, Dave. But for whatever reason, it seems like he doesn't want
to be around anyone but you, right now. Maybe it's because you're the person
who has been there for him this entire time. Maybe he's feeling vulnerable and
alone."
"You think his whole personality's different, now?"
"Dave, he's always been at the bottom of the food chain. He's of a very low
class. And now he has yet another thing that's making him different. It could
also be that he has some sort of hatchling mentality, seeing as how he did just
hatch, so to speak."
"So, I'm like his mother?" Dave alchemizes another set of clothes for himself
and some towels while he decides what he wants to eat.
"No. I just think…he needs a friend right now. Maybe you should go back to
him."
"Was just leavin'." Dave grabs his plate of sandwiches (that he alchemized
himself) and wanders back to Tavros' room, wondering if the troll really does
see him as a parent now. Do troll hatchlings imprint? (Do trolls even hatch,
normally?) Is he going to go through life now with Tavros trailing along after
him like a duckling?
Tavros hasn't moved since Dave left, and as soon as the door opens and Tavros
sees who it is, he gives Dave the sweetest smile, and that's kind of cute.
"Hey, bro. You doin' okay? I brought food, if you want any."
"No, thank you. I'm not, hungry."
"And the first question?"
"I, uh…" Tavros shifts. "This is, really weird. I'm not… I don't, know what…"
"You and everyone else here." Dave drops to the floor in front of him, clothes
and linens beside him, not missing the way that Tavros sways forward before
halting suddenly. The coolkid takes a bite of another sandwich and, in a nod to
Rose, asks, "What're you feeling?"
Tavros shifts, rolling his shoulders, and he glances only briefly up at Dave
before looking away again.
"Spit it out, Tavbro. Emote, or whatever. We've already had naked gooey cuddle
time. I think we're there."
"I want you."
Dave almost chokes on his sandwich, and Tavros quickly backpedals.
"I didn't mean… I, um, I… I just… Can I…" There's a brownish blush high on his
cheeks, and he looks like he's curling in on himself.
Dave sighs and puts his sandwich down, opening his arms. "Come on, Tavbro."
Limbs shaking, Tavros crawls eagerly onto Dave's lap, letting the human situate
him however he wants. His whole body relaxes in Dave's arms, wings trying to
flutter and then settling. Slowly, Dave lifts a hand to one of them, brushing
the top. Tavros makes a soft, happy noise, which Dave thinks is a good sign,
and he takes to gently unfolding the membrane. He can see what Kanaya meant,
now, about them being different. There is more substance to them, and though
they're still damp, Dave can see the patterns and change in color, more
intricate than Vriska's or Aradia's wings.
By the time he's worked both wings relatively loose, Tavros is practically
purring in his lap. He's completely pliant when Dave slips out from under him
and lays him down, chest pressed to the floor. The blond keeps his hands
moving, straightening and opening Tavros' wings so that they lie flat. The
troll's chin is pillowed on his crossed arms, and his whole body arches when
Dave's fingers run down his spine, and wow, Dave had somehow forgotten that
Tavros is naked. And slimy.
The first towel is saturated and useless in about ten seconds, and Dave wonders
if he should have brought more. He strokes down Tavros' back, his legs (which
makes Tavros whine), up to his hair and his horns (which makes Tavros moan,
makes Dave bite his lip) and back up to his wings. A little worried about
damaging them, he takes it as a good sign that Tavros stretches more and sighs
while Dave coaxes off as much slime as he can.
Tavros' wings are beautiful, wet as they are. Sections of reddish brown,
yellow, and even pink fan out from the base, and they try to flap again,
starting to dry more quickly.
By the time he's done, Dave has stopped questioning why he's doing this, caught
up in the little noises Tavros makes, the way he moves underneath him. And fuck
if he can resist following the line of his spine with his fingers again, too.
"…Tav?" Dave swallows, trying to get the dryness out of his throat, and Tavros
lifts himself off the floor and up onto his knees, shaking his head and
blinking, like he's not entirely sure where he is. His pupils are wide, his
face is flushed, and his wings are arching out behind him, sweeping beautifully
to either side, though still a little folded in on themselves, the top half
slipping down over the bottom. Dave brings another towel to his chest, making
Tavros gasp and his wings twitch.
Sighing and tilting his head back, he looks like something out of a really
freaky porno. He sits with his knees bent to either side, breath fluttering in
his chest, and he shines everywhere Dave hasn't cleaned. But what's beneath the
slime isn't bad at all, his skin soft and warm.
Distracted as he is, Dave isn't paying complete attention, and so he's startled
when Tavros suddenly grabs his wrist, halting his hand right before it would
have traveled between his legs.
"Shit. Shit, I'm sorry. You wanna do this part?"
Wordlessly, Tavros takes the cloth and finishes wiping himself down, and when
he's done, the two of them sit and stare at each other. The troll makes the
first move, having apparently come to a decision.
"Let me." Clawed hands tug at the bottom of Dave's shirt, and he rolls with it,
thinking that Tavros is probably just returning the favor. Plus, he really
would like to be not covered in goop. That'd be pretty sweet. Tavros goes
immediately for his pants next, stripping everything clean off before Dave even
reaches for a towel.
And then the troll's eyes find his dick, and he goes even more brownish-orange
in the face before squeezing his eyes shut. "O-oh. I, um…"
"Whatever. I've seen you, too."
Tavros' head snaps up at that. "You have? I…when did…I…"
"Hey, relax, Tavbro."
"But I, didn't…did I? I was…"
Dave crawls forward, grabbing the troll's face in his hands and jerking his
head up to look at him. "Calm down, dude. What's got you so freaked out? Come
on, we can't possibly be that different, anyway."
Tavros glances down between them, biting his lip in thought for what feels like
a long time, and then he speaks so softly that Dave's sure he misheard.
"What was that?"
"I said that, you can…have me. I-if you want."
When Dave just stares, Tavros flushes more and prattles on.
"If you did, I wouldn't, uh, mind. It would be, okay. I would, be okay."
"…what?" The way Tavros is speaking makes Dave feel like there's something very
important he's missing, here.
"It's…out. So doesn't that, mean you want me?"
Dave backpedals so fast he nearly gets whiplash. "Whoa, Tavbro. Um…it's always
out. Unless it's in my pants. But you took those off, remember?"
Tavros' expression of confusion is adorable, despite the subject matter.
"Always, out? But…" He stares at it so hard Dave is starting to get self-
conscious. "That means…you, don't want me?"
"Tavbro, are you flirting with me?"
"No!" The troll ducks his head in embarrassment. "I just, I thought, you wanted
that, and then, um, I thought about it, and I decided, that it would be, okay,
but now you don't, and it's, not, and I'm confused."
It's at this point that Dave realizes he's actually turning down makeouts (and
maybe more, but he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it) with an attractive
troll boy. His friends clearly have no problems with inter-species shenanigans,
so what's his deal?
He takes a deep breath. "Tavros, when you hatched or whatever, you grabbed onto
me and wouldn't take no for an answer. Went all snarly and chased your friends
away, but not me. Why?"
Tavros thinks for a while on that before looking up at Dave. "I think, because,
even though, we're friends, trolls are violent. I am, not violent, and so I am,
um, an easy target. And I was…scared. But…you don't, scare me. You, wouldn't
kill me, would you?"
"Fuck, you want to have sex with me because I wouldn't kill you? Those are your
standards?"
"They are, fairly high standards, for a troll, I think. If you remember, uh,
how often we've killed each other."
"Still, dude."
"Dave, I, um… I'm…comfortable, with you. It's okay, for you to, see me like
this. I think."
The human sits there in silence for a while, so long that Tavros sighs and
starts shifting his legs around like he's trying to figure out how they work.
Which he very well could be.
With a voice much more steady than he feels, Dave asks, "So, how do I know if
you want me back?"
"You didn't, uh, see?"
"Guess not."
"Would you, like to?"
And shit, no one should look that cute when they're propositioning sex.
Dave thinks about it. On one hand, human/troll shenanigans are clearly on the
menu, he just hasn't sat down to eat, while John and Rose have both come and
gone, leaving a generous tip and a promise to come back soon. On the other
hand, a cute troll boy wants to have sex with him. A cute fairy troll boy. Dave
wonders if he sparkles, somehow.
…he can't remember what his objection to this was going to be. How about that.
In for a penny, in for a pound. Just listen to him, spouting sayings. He should
be making up that shit that goes on the inside of Dove wrappers. "Be true to
your heart and fortune will follow." Or in this case, "Consent to coercion by a
troll vampire. It will land you with gay troll fairy sex." Yeah, that sounds
good.
Anyway, getting back to the matter at hand…
Dave scoots closer, thinking that it's enough of a yes, and Tavros leans in
with a giggle, tongue darting out to flick playfully at Dave's lips.
Except that tongue is freakishly long.
Tavros must think so, too, because he's sticking it out and crossing his eyes
to see it. The sight makes Dave suppress a smile. Damn adorable troll boys.
"It's longer, than it was."
"You don't say."
Tavros looks up at him, and if Dave had to label that expression as anything,
he would label it coy. But there's no way Tavros is being that flirtatious, is
there?
The troll lifts one of Dave's hands gently, careful not to nick it with his
claws, and brings it forward. Without even asking, he reaches that absurd
(sexy) tongue out to wrap around one of Dave's fingers. The slippery muscle
contracts, slides over knuckles, teases at his nail, and Dave has to bite his
lip. Definitely flirtatious. And then some.
Pulling away, Tavros doesn't let Dave's hand go. "Do you want, to see?"
At Dave's nod, he tugs their hands down, and the human's more attentive than he
would otherwise be, if only because he could swear he didn't see anything down
there before. Tavros presses Dave's fingers gently to the smooth skin between
his legs, moving them where he wants them, and okay, Dave can feel something
there. A break in the skin, so narrow it's no wonder he didn't see it.
"There. T-touch me…there." He shivers when Dave teases his fingers along the
slit, and as the gap widens, Dave's eyes follow suit, unable to keep a lid on
his surprise. Tavros' own hand slides up, the heel of it rubbing at…ohholyfuck.
It just slithered out from…from somewhere. Dave watches in a sort of terrified
fascination as the appendage snakes around Tavros' fingers, and the troll
shivers. And Dave can't help it. He brings his free hand forward to feel around
the base and up, coming to understand that Tavros must keep that thing in some
sort of sheath. No wonder he looked like a Ken doll at first glance.
It's so…wiggly. And slimy. Oh. More slime. Awesome.
And now Tavros has opened enough for Dave's finger to accidentally slip inside,
and both boys gasp. It's wet in here, too, and Dave moves his finger just a
little bit, affirming that, yes, Tavros definitely has a pussy.
"What's this called?"
Tavros whines and rocks up into their hands. "My, um, my nook."
"Oh. Figured that was just another name for something else. Didn't know it was
a whole different body part."
Tavros' nook thing is currently so fucking wet it is dripping onto his leg.
Dripping. That's…kind of hot, and Dave presses another finger inside, looking
up to see if Tavros is okay with it.
Tavros grinds down immediately, shuddering and apparently being very okay with
it. His legs are trembling, and Dave isn't sure if it's from pleasure or from
still being unused to them. Or both. His wings are shaking, trying to flap as
he moves against Dave's hand, and they're actually dry enough that he's doing
pretty well.
"How…um. How do I know, if you, want it?" His eyes are hazy as he blinks down
at the human, and Dave thrusts up sharply just to see them close. Beautiful.
He's not quite ready to let one of those clawed hands near his dick, especially
when Tavros' eyes are closed and unable to direct his movements, so he pulls
his fingers free and wraps them around himself, hissing at the glide of them.
Troll lube is awesome, even if it's orange.
Tavros moans and looks around to see why Dave stopped, and his gaze fixes upon
where Dave is stroking himself. He doesn't think his dick has ever gotten this
much attention before. Good thing he's not self-conscious.
"Hard," is all he's able to get out without his voice shaking, and Tavros
scoots back to get a better look.
His eyes are wide, and he looks more like he wants to…eat it, than anything
else. As soon as that tongue flicks out, Dave's giving an urgent cry of "No
teeth!" Because as uncool as it might be to freak out, it would be even worse
to get bit off by a turned-on troll who might not know any better. Though, with
a dick like he's got, Dave can't really imagine trolls being fond of teeth,
either.
With another one of those smiles that makes Dave feel almost bad about this
whole situation - because Tavros seems way too cute to be dripping troll juice
onto the floor - he scoots back even more, settling himself on his knees and
elbows, and fuck, that is the hottest expression he's ever seen on the other
boy's face. Tavros is looking at him like he knows exactly what he's doing.
Like he knows how Dave is going to react and is merely waiting to see it.
And maybe he does, because when he wraps his tongue around Dave's cock more
than once, he doesn't seem at all surprised when Dave gasps and rocks into it.
Tavros laughs, and everything vibrates, and Dave's eyes roll back in his head
just a little. Those fangs are only a distant worry, as long as Tavros' tongue
is. Everything's hot and wet and twisting and stroking and Dave could
definitely get off from this.
But Tavros is whining, and he can't leave the other guy hanging. Wouldn't be
gentlemanly. So he swallows and manages a, "Tavbro?"
Tavros pulls back, which is sad, but at least Dave can think now. What is he
supposed to ask, though? Hey, I noticed you have this thing that reminds me a
lot of a vagina. Mind if I shove my dick in it? I think you might like it.
The troll's lips twitch at one corner, and for one terrifying moment, Dave
wonders if he said that out loud. Or if Tavros can read minds. Shit, can Tavros
read minds!?
"I told you. You can."
"But do you…" Dave doesn't want this to be some sort of obligatory thanks for
taking care of me fuck. But he also doesn't want to seem presumptuous and ask
if Tavros is intending to have sex with him. (Dave isn't sure what else he'd be
planning, however.) Worst, though, would be pressuring Tavros into this.
"Dave, I'm making, a mess here." /So hurry and stop it up./
The sudden realization that, holy fuck, Tavros is in his head is slightly
offset by the sexy-as-hell suggestion and the fact that it's coming from
Tavros. The whole sentence hadn't quite been there, but the implication sure
was, and damn, if Dave isn't obliging.
Tavros watches Dave think in bemusement, and when the expression finally
registers in Dave's brain, he might have blushed if all his blood weren't
currently pounding through his cock.
He prefers to be obliging, as planned. Look, he's even standing up and walking
all the way around Tavros' spread wings as the troll shivers, and damn, Tavros
really is making a mess. Dave wonders idly what it would be like to eat him
out. The human kneels behind him, his fingers drawn to the flushed opening like
they can't wait to play with it. And maybe they can't. Dragging through the
stuff trailing down Tavros' thigh, he takes note of the way those hips shift
down and back. Tavros doesn't even need to be in his head to tell him what he
wants.
Two fingers make the troll keen, and Dave is positive that they're going to
need more than one towel after this.
Though he's shaking and making amazing soft noises that make Dave want to fuck
him silly, Tavros doesn't push. Doesn't beg. He's patient. Trusting that Dave
will take care of him.
The noise he makes when Dave starts to push his cock into him tops all the
rest. His wings flap successfully, almost whacking Dave in the head, and the
coolkid fits himself snugly to Tavros' back to keep it from happening again.
Not that he isn't happy that Tavros really is a beautiful butterfly now, but
damn, some things are just more important than trolls and their weird anatomy.
Except for the anatomy that's currently taking him in inch by inch. That's
pretty fucking important. And goddamn, he must be gone if he's making terrible
puns. That's it. Less thinking. Unless it's about Tavros and the gorgeous
noises he's making. Tavros and the way his skin feels, warm against Dave's
chest. Tavros and the way his whole body tightens up once Dave's inside him.
Tavros and the way his legs shake so much that Dave has to wrap an arm around
his waist to hold him up as he fucks him.
Tavros' dick brushing and twisting against his arm.
Tavros' nook clenching and relaxing and fucking massaging him.
Tavros' voice calling his name as he comes all over the floor, all over Dave's
thighs, and Dave wants to feel him, see him, hear him again and again.
Tavros' wings managing to flutter one more time, casting little swirls of
sparkling dust around them both and making everything in that moment beautiful.
When Dave decides it's okay to start thinking again, they're both lying in a
puddle of their own (but mostly Tavros') mess, and he raises himself up and
sits back on his heels, worried about crushing those wings.
And because he really can't resist, he presses two fingers into Tavros' nook
again, relishing the accompanying whimper and shiver. The troll does his best
to get his knees under him, giving Dave room to start moving. Maybe this stuff
is some kid of aphrodisiac, because he doesn't care at all that it's getting
everywhere. He just wants to see Tavros come again. He doesn't know if troll
boys work like that, but he's damn well going to try. He has a reputation to
uphold as the King of Awesome.
Maybe he would've been cool with rising to that God Tier.
Turns out that troll boys can indeed come more than once, and when Dave stops,
it's because he's a little worried that Tavros is going to end up dehydrated.
The buckets make sense. They make so much sense. He pulls his hands away from
both Tavros' nook and his bulge, which he's grown to appreciate, and lets him
sink to the floor.
Dave nuzzles the back of his neck and mutters, "So, was it good for you?"
Tavros laughs shakily and tries to shrug him off, failing miserably.
Dave grins.
~~~~~~~
The orgasms are finished, the mess is cleaned up, and Dave is on his way back
from the alchemizer with a new set of clothes for Tavros when he stumbles
across Gamzee.
Stumble here being just a turn of phrase. He doesn't stumble anywhere.
Saunters, maybe.
He saunters across Gamzee.
Except that sounds a bit kinky actually…
"Hey, brother."
Thank goodness for the interruption. Dave does not need to start thinking about
troll sex again. Shit, he's probably had enough to last him…at least a few
hours or something.
"How's the motherfuckin' miracle troll?"
Dave stops in front of him, gestures to the clothes in his arms. "Just helping
clean up."
Gamzee laughs, and Dave wonders if he knows what happened. "Tell Tav I'll be
gettin' my wait on, if he feels like makin' an appearance. Tell him…I'm still
here. He knows where to up and find me."
Gamzee doesn't stumble or saunter. He kind of wanders, like he's not entirely
sure where he's going. Dave shakes his head, thinking that sometimes, that's
probably the case.
"The clown troll misses you," is the first thing Dave says after he shuts the
door. He's tempted to see if he can toss Tavros' clothes onto his horns and
pass it off as interior decorating, but he refrains out of respect for whatever
kind of camaraderie post-sex glows entail. That, and Tavros' smile is still so
fucking sweet both his past and future selves are getting cavities. Along with
all the ones in between.
"I should probably, uh, apologize, huh? For being, so mean to everyone?"
"I don't think he's expecting that. And I'm pretty sure no one blames you. But
Gamzee wants you to know that he's still here. Or there. Whatever. Pick a
place. It was poignant."
Tavros giggles. "Yeah. I'll, um, do that."
When he stands, his legs wobble only a little, though his wings flutter like
mad for a few seconds before settling, and Dave fixes his hair in the
aftermath, wishing that he had a sweet comb and pocket mirror to use while
doing so.
"Hey, we good?"
Tavros frowns up at him. "What?"
"All this. We good?"
It takes Tavros a moment longer before he realizes what Dave's talking about.
"Oh! Yeah. I think? Unless there's something, we should discuss?" He's getting
that damn look again, like he knows more than Dave thinks he does. So Dave
quickly diffuses the situation.
"Shall we?" He offers his arm to Tavros, and the troll stares at him blankly
before Dave tugs one grey arm through and leads him out the door.
The common room is completely full, and Dave wonders if Gamzee has told
everyone that Tavros would be emerging soon, or if they've all merely been
dying of curiosity. He also wonders how long they were having sex, along with
whether or not people have actually been waiting the entire time. Whatever the
answer, Tavros freezes when they walk in, clearly not having expected everyone
to be here, but then he takes a deep breath and drops Dave's arm.
"My lady." Dave ushers him forward with a little bow, and that makes Tavros
chuckle.
It's with the ghost of that smile on his face that he walks forward (since he
obviously hasn't had time to learn to fly, yet, though the execution of either
action is pretty damn miraculous) and stops in front of Gamzee where he's
lounging on the floor.
"Uh, hey."
"Hey." Gamzee's smile is slow and easy, hopeful and undemanding. "Thought maybe
you weren't gonna be hangin' with me, anymore. Now that those pieces of art all
up and grew on you."
In response, Tavros plops down in the other troll's lap, legs dropping to
either side. "That's silly. Just because I'm, a miracle, now?"
"Always were a miracle, Tavbro."
Tavros grins. "But not, like this." And then he leans in close, like they're
sharing some kind of secret, and Tavros' version of devious makes Dave's
stomach flutter a little.
And then he gives one marvelous flap of his wings and showers the both of them
in stardust.
And everything, in that moment, is beautiful.
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