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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Gamzee_Makara/Tavros_Nitram, Gamzee_Makara/Karkat_Vantas
  Character:
      Gamzee_Makara, Tavros_Nitram, Karkat_Vantas
  Additional Tags:
      Loss_of_Virginity, probably_other_things_too, OOCness, but_i_don't_feel
      like_tagging, maybe_later_-_Freeform, My_First_Fanfic, be_warned, First
      lemon, tagging's_stupid, Quadrant_Confusion, karkat_taking_advantage_of
      gamzee's_trust, i_guess, First_Time
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-10 Updated: 2014-04-11 Chapters: 2/3 Words: 2730
****** Vastitude ******
by DJlovely77
Summary
     You don't understand what's even happening anymore. Why do you always
     make such huge mistakes?
Notes
     My first fanfiction and lemon. That's like a double kill to all you
     hardcore fans out there. They all just left this page. Now to the
     less hardcore but still pretty devoted Homestuck and fanfic fans,
     oocness, rape, unrequited love, quadrant confusion, and much more is
     in this. Unbetad, proceed at your own risk. Could I get some tips and
     feedback? It'd be helpful. Another large group of people just left
     this page. To y'all lovies left, enjoy. I'll update soon.
***** Chapter 1 *****
"Is this okay, Gamzee?" Your moirail asked uncertainly. He tilted his head down
so he could look into your dazed eyes. His held doubt and something else. Fear,
maybe? You didn't really pay much attention to it, though, you were too
occupied with trying to get his hands back into motion.
"Motherfucking, yes! Get back to making those miracles." You demanded,
desperately grinding into him from below. Your moirail was instantly back on
you. Kissing, licking, and occasionally nipping the side of your neck. Hands
were caressing, exploring your bare torso. He gently rubs that one incredibly
sensitive spot on just above your hipbone, and attacks the pulse on your neck.
A loud sigh of pleasure escapes you.
You should explain before this goes any farther. It was early evening when your
favorite palebro bardged into your hive. He said he needed you to help him
really bad. Of course, being the wicked motherfucking best friend you are, you
swore you'd help him in any way you possibly could. Honestly, you didn't expect
for him to ask for your virginity. He didn't even tell you why, but agreed
anyways, that's what moirails did. Right?
Your thoughts were interrupted as he shoved down your pants. There were rough
touches along your thighs. You felt yourself blush. You've never really been
self conscious, but when your best bro is staring at your naked body and
planning on putting his buldge in you, you think you have a good reason to. As
fingers danced closer to your more "private" regions, you began to have second
thoughts. Sure, you were helping a brother out, but he was asking for something
you held very motherfucking dear. Something you couldn't get back. Something
you were saving for Tavros.
There was a rush of warm air just above your ear. You gazed up at him. His face
was just as flushed as yours, he was breathing slowly, softly. He looked so...
happy for some reason. There was a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his
lips, lust and adoration was prominent in his eyes. Did this really mean THAT
much to him? No, it couldn't, his eyes also held guilt. Why was that?
The touches stopped. Eye contact was made. The other discarded his pants and
carelessly threw them across the room. You were both fully naked now and it
scared the fuck out of you. This was really gonna happen. Next thing you knew
your legs were yanked apart and wrapped around his tiny waist. Your back was
being forcefully pushed all the way back down to the floor. He slowly leaned
down.
Kissing was something that made you feel even worse. You knew you were making a
bad decision, but why aren't you stopping this? This was too far into red
territory for your liking. But, as he slowly moved his lips against yours and
rocked his hips, you couldn't help but moan. He begins to push more insistently
against you. Soon, there's a tongue in your mouth. His buldge was thrashing
between your legs, but he kept it from going in you by backing up a bit. The
whole thing was wrong, but it felt good. What's the reason for that?
"Sorry, Gamzee, but I can't hold back any longer. This is gonna hurt." He says
so uncharacteristically. No curses or anything. Just as he moves to push into
your nook you realize, wasn't he supposed to prepare you first? He didn't even
ask if you were ready. What was he doing? Why did he want something so precious
to you? Was he using you? That unbidden thought rose to your mind. You never
thought that he would, but he was certainly acting like it. You feel his buldge
prod at your entrance.
"Wait!" He halts giving you a questioning look. You continue, " You know that
I've been trying to all up and help a brother out. I know that I said I would,
but I'm getting some seriously bad vibes, bro. I guess it just don't feel
right. This ain't pale, it's red and I'm not really chill with that. Can we
just slam a motherfucking Faygo or somethin' instead, best friend?" It's quiet
for a moment and you hope you didn't mess anything up. He hasn't moved an inch,
so your legs are still wrapped around his waist and his buldge was still
searching for a place to slide up in. "Bro?" Your voice is barely more than a
whisper now. He shifts,pulling himself closer to you.
"I'm sorry." Was all you heard before something breached your entrance. It
burned and tore your delecate insides. Blood dripped from your nook, but he
just pounded into you. You screamed at him to stop. You screamed no.
Unrelenting he only got faster. He was hurting you. You even told him that he
was hurting you, but all he did was shake his head, close his eyes, and tried
to tune you out. His moans got louder, you started sobbing, pleading for him to
stop. Not long after you felt something fill you. He used you as a pail. His
movements stopped.
His weight disappeared from on top of you. You heard the rustling of clothing
as he got dressed. Without so much of a glance he left you on the floor of your
living block, covered in genetic material, blood, and tears. Why did he hurt
you?
***** Confessions *****
Chapter Summary
     Read the title. Stuff happens. Smexy times. Ya know, the usual.
Chapter Notes
     There is detailed smut in this chapter. Also, I always thought of
     Gamzee to be kinda innocent. So when Karkat raped him, he thought
     Karkat was hurting him, not of raping him. He understood what
     happened but refuses to think of it that way. You can't blame him
     though. What would you do if you were in this situation? Anyways,
     there's probably a lot of errors in this and it most likely will be
     very repetitive. Proceed at your own risk. I wrote this on a phone,
     so if spelling/grammatical errors annoy you, leave. Just get off this
     page right now. Without further ado to y'all remaining lovies, enjoy!
Just as you get out of your abulation chamber (is that what it's called?)
there's a knock at you door. You knew it was one of your friends trying to
check up on you. After Karkat left several days ago you decided to shut
yourself in. That way no one would ever know about what happened. Intending to
ignore the persistent stream of knocks, you sluggishly dress yourself. Your
nook was still sore from when Karkat violated you, so you were extra careful
when it came pulling your pants on.
"Uhhh, Gamzee, umm, are you alright? I'm, uhhh, worried about you. Umm, you
haven't talked to anyone in, uhhh, a couple of, ummm, days. Gamzee, are you,
um, there?" You froze on the spot when you heard Tav's sweet voice. For a split
second you considered not answering the door. It'd spare him the pain of seeing
how much of a mess you are. That thought quickly disappears from your thinkpan,
though. You really don't want to leave another bro hanging.
You stumble over your feet as you make your way to your door. Creaking it open,
you look down at him. Whatever expression he had disappears as soon as he sees
you. Shock, concern, and so many other things flash across his face within the
moment he gets a look at you. You get it, your face paint is smeared on
disorderly, your skinnier than usual (from not being able to eat since the
incident), damp hair is carelessly plastered to your face, your eyes are puffy
and swollen from crying, and all in all you look sick and awful. You find that
you cannot fight the grin that dances across your lips as you see him, despite
his pained expression.
"What's up my brother?" Is all you can manage to ask. Your voice is scratchy
and sounds just as bad as you look. He just stares at you like he doesn't know
who or what you are. "Come on in and get your chill on bro." You take it upon
yourself to push his four wheel device inside. Your smile fades as soon as you
shut the door behind him. You glanced at the spot you and Karkat were a few
days previous. Suddenly, you felt the overwhelming feeling of needing to cry.
No, not in front of Tavbro, no.
"Gamzee?" He sqeaks as translucent indigo tears begin to form in the corners of
your eyes. "What's wrong? Are you, uhh, okay?" No, no, no, he's not supposed to
see you like this. You "Gamzee." He repeats you name much more sternly. You
turn your head to face the other way. He shouldn't have to see this. "Look at
me." You stubbornly refuse to. "Tell me what's, umm, wrong. I could, uhhh, help
you." Something wet rolls down your cheek. You begin to rub almost violently to
clear the liquid from your eyes, vainly trying prevent yourself from sobbing.
Tav's hand clamps around you wrist and gently pulls you down to him. He sees
your tears softly wipes them away. You can't help it, place your legs on either
side of his and (being mindful of your messed up nook) seat yourself in his
lap. Shaking arms come to wrap around you waist as you wrap yours around his
neck. You don't know when you began to cry anguished sobs, but soon your face
is in the crook of his neck and his hands are carefully rubbing your back in an
attempt to calm you down.
"I'm so motherfucking sorry, Tav! I-I'm just..." You start as soon as the
constant flow of tears begins to waver. You pull back a little to look at him
in the eyes. He shushes you and removes a hand from your waist to cautiously
reach for your jaw. Your head is tilted down towards him and then your lips
meet. The kiss was shy at first, lips just barely brushing.
"I'm, uhh, flushed for you, Gamzee. I've been, umm, wanting to tell you that,
but, uhh, if you don't feel the same way, it's, umm, cool, I, uhh, guess." The
other troll said nervously after short kiss. You fucking beamed when you heard
that. Maybe today won't be so bad after all. You sure hoped so.
"I've got some wicked red feelings for you too, Tavbro. Guess that means we're
all up and motherfucking matesprits now, or some shit like that." Now, it was
his turn to smile.
"Yeah! We're, uhh, matesprits now, aren't we?" He said sounding completely
elated. Both of his arms returned to your waist, holding you tightly. Your arms
sprang around his neck as you leaned into each other. This time, he wasn't shy
about the kiss. He molded your lips together and moved them in just the right
way. You tilt your head to the side even more when he deepens the kiss, tongue
slowly sliding across the insides of your lips. Your tongues engaged in a
sensual dance as his hands began to slide across your hips and waist. He coaxed
a moan out of you when he licked at the sensitive spots in your mouth. And you
couldn't help but realize how perfect he felt against you.
You tensed slightly when the tips of his fingers began to play with the the
bottom of your shirt. He stopped his movements to whisper, " It's okay. I'm
not, uhhh, going to force you to do anything you don't want to. Do you want me
to stop?" Did you? It was clear that he wasn't going to make you do anything,
but did you really want to disappoint him like that? He seemed perfectly happy
with what he was doing a minute ago. Did you want to keep him from happiness?
Of course not! Since Karbro's already used you, you should let your matesprit
do the same, for his pleasure. You were being selfish for not wanting to please
him.
You shake your head slightly. "No, don't stop, I'm chill with this, just... all
up and take it slow, Flushbro." You're gonna let him take what he wants.
"Okay, Gamzee. Whatever you, uhh, want ." He gives you one last tender kiss on
the lips before moving to kiss a trail down your neck ( thankfully, the marks
Karkat left disappeared yesterday). His warm hands slide up your shirt, feeling
your upper body for a minute before he quickly removes himself from you to take
it off. You return the favor, mindful of his horns, before he latches back onto
your neck and sucks.
Everything moves by too fast for your liking. Before you know it, you're both
naked and the tip of his finger is teasing the outside of your dripping nook.
He gives you a questioning look, asking for permission. You nod and gasp when
it pushes in. It stings a little, but it's not unbearable. At first he moves it
in slow, shallow motions, then he begins to pump it in and out of you. It
starts to feel good after a little while, so you push back onto his finger. A
second finger is added and it hurts, like a sharp stab of pain, but you try not
to show it. He scissors them and the stretch burns. It doesn't start feeling
good again until he curls his fingers and they brush against something. A loud
moan warbles through your lips. He adds another finger and you rock against
them. You didn't know anything could feel so good. But, it's not enough! You
need more!
"Oh, Tav, please!" You begin to beg, frantically rocking against him. You
spread your legs farther apart to push his fingers in deeper. He smirks and
ignores you pleas. You realize that he's gonna tease you before you get any
real satisfaction. He moves his fingers so amazingly that it drives a new sound
out of you every time they shift. He's on your neck again, kissing and
whispering such beautiful praises to you. You gasp, moan, purr, mewl, and very
nearly scream as he continues, unable to return the favor.
Finally, after what feels like forever, he takes pity on you. His fingers slide
out and his hands wrap around your hips. He steadies you and then your being
lowered onto his buldge. "Are you, uhhh, ready?" His voice streams in from
beside your ear. You nod frantically, trying to push down on him. He holds you
in place by the hips. "This might, umm, hurt a bit. Don't, uhh, worry, I'll,
ummm, go slow." He finally lowers you, sinking you down on his buldge.
You sink down too fast and cry out, tears beginning to form in your eyes. He
brings his hand up to your face once again to wipe away the tears. He mutters
encouragements telling you how wonderfully tight you are, how beautiful,
amazing, and sweet you are. You tighten your grip around his neck and start
attacking his lips. He just holds onto you like your the most precious thing in
existence.
Once you deemed yourself ready, you bring your hips back up before slamming
back down. Both of you make drawn out moans of bliss. It still kinda hurts, but
in a good way. You set a slow rhythm. His hands were on your hips to help you
lift your weight. His buldge hit your sensitive spot dead on and the sound you
made was nothing short of humiliating. He looked up at you with such adoration
and love, he was cooing in your ear and kissing you every chance he could. It's
wonderful to know that someone wants you.
His buldge hits that spot too many times to count. He's touching you in all the
right ways, all the right places. It's almost too much. Your abdomen clutches
and feel like your going to explode. You moan out an urgent "Bucket!", but he
keeps going. He whispers that it's all right, to come without a bucket. You
tried to protest, but you couldn't hold it back any longer. "Tavbro!" You
screamed as a torrent of indigo covered your chests and lower parts as you
came. You tighten around his buldge as you come, sending him over the edge as
well. Warmth filled you nook and his genetic material slid down your thighs,
but you didn't mind. It felt rather pleasant.
You slumped against each other, utterly exhausted. You lift yourself off of him
and lean down for another kiss. "That was motherfucking miraculous, my
brother." He beams.
"Yeah, it, uhh, was!" The way he said it made you never want him to leave. You
liked how you forgot about Karbro when you were with him. You wanted him to
stay and take care of you. Suddenly, you were stuck with a miraculous idea.
"Hey, my wicked matesprit, do you wanna crash here tonight (or is it today?)? "
The smile on his face was the biggest miracle of all.
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