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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Cronus_Ampora/Eridan_Ampora
  Character:
      Eridan_Ampora, Cronus_Ampora
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Amporacest
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-11-05 Words: 693
****** What Fools These Mortals Be ******
by animehead
Summary
     No one understands you, but you, or something like that.
You’re an open-minded man trapped in a troll’s body, so you have absolutely no
qualms with throwing his legs over your shoulders and pounding him into your
human mattress. 
 He doesn’t even complain about the awkward position. 
“You’re pretty flexible there, aren’t you chief?” 
“Stop fucking calling me that, you piece of garbage,” he says, but you know he
doesn’t mean it. Or maybe he does. Either way, it’s cool. There’s a connection
between the two of you and you know he feels it. In fact, you’re willing to
wager he’s feeling a lot of things right about now. 
“Aw, come on,” you say. You adjust your hips and he cries out, his nook
dripping and spasming around your bulge. “Don’t be that way, chief.” You pull
back a bit and extend his leg straight into the air. You grip his ankle with
one hand and glide your hand down his leg with the other. He shudders, the
smoothness of gold and amethyst caressing his skin. 
When he closes his eyes, you use that same hand to smack his inner thigh and
watch, fascinated by the way his breath hitches and his body jerks beneath you.
“Besides, I’ll call you whatever I want.” 
“Fuck you,” he gasps out and you nip at his calf. 
“That’d be a change, wouldn’t it… Eridan?”
“If you were going for sexy, you failed miserably. I just thought you should
know that,” he says, but the moan that follows says otherwise. “And take off my
fucking cape. You look like an idiot.”
“What this?” You run your hands down the soft, but sturdy fabric. “Nah, I don’t
think I will. It sort of smells like you.”
“Yeah, that’s not something a creepy asshole would say,” he says. 
“Yeah, yeah.” You pull back even further and grip him by the hips. “Just shut
up and flip over, would you?”
He glares up at you, but complies. You wait patiently for him to make himself
comfortable on his hands and knees before you lean forward and knock his arms
from under him. He falls, face down, ass up and you think that’s a pretty
perfect position for a cat almost, but not quite, as cool as you. 
 You slide into him before he can prop himself up again. 
“Ahh! Fuck, Cro…”
You like watching him scratch at your sheets, but before long, you’re craving
more and you reach forward and grab a fistful of that meticulously styled hair
and jerk him up and back against your chest. 
“Let go,” he orders and you think that’s pretty cute. 
“Calm down, chief.”
“I said fucking let go before I—” he snaps and you grip even harder and jerk
his head back. 
“Easy there,” you taunt him, breath against his ear. You wrap your free arm
around him, hand ghosting down his abdomen. Your grasp his bulge and stroke and
he goes frigid against you. “Before you what, you little smart mouthed shit? No
rifles here, no wands. Just you and me and my bulge buried in your greedy nook
and you’re still barking orders at me like I’m going to follow them.”
Eridan’s panting now, body shuddering against you and you know he’s had about
as much as he can take. “When are you going to get it through your pretty
little head? My fucking bubble,” you growl. “My fucking rules.”
The whimper that tumbles from his mouth is followed by a rush of liquid violet
between his legs. You add to the mess, flooding his nook with your genetic
material, your dangerously sharp fangs scraping against the sensitive spot
between his neck and shoulder. 
You take a moment to catch your breath, inhaling and exhaling against his
skin. 
 He really does smell good. 
“A man could get used to this,” you say and kiss away the trail of blood
running down his skin.
“I’m calling bullshit on this human theory of yours,” he says. “You’re not a
human. You’re a fool. You’re all the damn fools. All of them.”
“Yeah, I hear that, chief,” you say with a chuckle. ”I hear that.”
 And part of you silently admits that he’s right. 
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