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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Eridan_Ampora/Sollux_Captor, eridan/sollux, EriSol
  Character:
      Eridan_Ampora, Sollux_Captor, Kanaya_Maryam, Nepeta_Leijon, Feferi_Peixes
  Additional Tags:
      Yanderidan, Yandere!Eridan, Yandere, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced_Self-
      Harm, Obsession, on_the_meteor, Quadrant_Confusion, Jealousy, Bulges_and
      Nooks, Non-Consensual_Bondage, Xeno
  Series:
      Part 1 of Yandere
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-23 Completed: 2015-09-25 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 3234
****** Yanderidan: Wwant, need, wwill havve ******
by CannibalKitten
Summary
     Eridan's feelings are driving him insane, and he's not sure what they
     mean. He just know's that something's driving him, pushing him to
     pity Sollux. He already knew he hated him, but these conflicting
     feelings are making him jealous to the point of no return.
Notes
     Basically Eridan realizes that he needs Sollux.
     First fic, very nervous. Very hard when the first suggestion I got
     was Erisol, and I could definitely see Eridan as a Yandere, but it's
     going to be a bit more difficult than I imagined. Oi, I hope whoever
     reads this sticks with it, meow.
***** Wwant, need *****
Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting. You want to be his, only his, he's only
yours. How dare she even think about going near him? It's better now, that
she's away. But even now it seems that everyone's getting too damn close to
him. These feelings haven't been around forever, but it only seems fair. You're
convincing, convincing, pleading with yourself that you don't fucking care, but
you just know you do.
Who are you talking about? No, no, no, no one, of course, no one but Sol. He
knows you loathe him, you absolutely loathe him. He does too, you think, but
you aren't sure. You're almost positive he does. But then there's the other
quadrants.. You shouldn't have such a problem with others filling them, but
something about it drives you over the edge and you want to fucking
cull whoever he's talking to. You hate him so much, but you need him to be near
you, need to make sure he doesn't touch anyone but you with those slim,
wonderful hands that you could just melt under if they touched you.
You're trying to calm down; you don't know what's going on. You're pacing down
an empty corridor, hands clenched in your hair, trying to find a vantage point
to rip open your skull and see where, just where these feelings are coming
from. You don't like them, they're ruining your composure, ruining the way you
think. All you want is to touch him and be with him and hate him and you don't
know why this is happening the way it is. You almost feel flushed for him and
you hate him for it and he doesn't back but you need him to, you need him to
return those dreadful feelings. You take deep breaths, sure that you've now
assessed the situation enough, but run it through in simpler terms, trying not
to blur your point with those emotions, you've always had a problem with it.
You hate him. You.. Almost pity him. You want him to return these feelings. How
do you manage?
You hiss at yourself for thinking such bullshit. No, you don't need him. Push
him out of your thoughts. You stop pacing in favour of finding an empty block
to hide in, hide from your emotions, the others, and the dreadful realizations
that are overwhelming you. You grit your teeth and decide it hurts, but biting
your wrist isn't as much of a blunt pain, but enough to feel refreshing. The
pressure feels better to leave in the form of blood, and you feel like the way
your chest was heaving, you had too much in your body. Your teeth stay in the
wounds, the metallic taste excellent and wonderful, the pain enough to draw you
back from what insanity had claimed you. You quietly stand from where you had
evidently been kneeling like a psychopath and exit the block; teeth leaving
your wrist and letting cool air find the wound. You're sure no one would
question you about the teeth marks, leaking violet blood onto your trousers.
You're a bit unnerved that they're stained now, but you're glad, at least, that
it's with your blood. You know how to get that out, you used to know how every
day. It's a shame that you're sinking back into a self- harm habit, but it's
relief. Relief is good.
Your name is Eridan Amporra and you are simply alright. No one asked you about
your bite marks, and you're glad, for once, that no one really likes you. You
feel pleasantly content and exponentially better since earlier, and now you're
just pacing around the room. This appears to unnerve the others more than
anything else you've done before, and Kan even requests that you stop. You're
alright with her, you suppose. It's not like she's flirting with your newly
declared interest, and she's rather decent. Therefore, you take it upon
yourself to move back to the corridors, setting yourself against the wall and
sitting on the ground. You're waiting. Waiting now for Sol. You can't help but
feel rather strange that this is what you're doing, but you know where you're
going. You'll confess and he'll accept. Thinking about rejection would just
ruffle you again, and you'd rather not make your bites anymore obvious, because
even if no one particularly likes you, some sort of pity for their own kind
lies within a decent troll, even if represented by hissing and yelling that
you're an idiot.
You wait, staring at the transportalizer, which activates once and Nep's
dashing down the corridor like a little uncultured beast. You then realize how
slim the chances of Sol leaving are, and so you just give a tedious sigh and go
about your next plan.
*~*~*~*~*
He's fucking crazy. You're just sitting here at your computer, and suddenly ED
comes ut of nowhere and starts fucking pacing around the room, mumbling to
himself. You were just trying to get some coding done, but he was distracting
you. The longer he went, the louder his mumbling became and it started
legitimately freaking you out. You're pretty sure your name was laced in there
with some pretty vivid torture; any other time you wouldn't be bothered by this
fish dick, but his manner was so out of character that it wasn't scary, more
unnerving. Like a feeling that someone's watching you with malicious intent and
you can't do anything to stop it.
Finally he left, and you were alright with that. After someone activated the
transportalizer, you weren't paying attention, you decided to return to your
computer. Something was still bothering you, however, and so you decided to
look around for ED. Getting it out of your mind is the best decision, you're
sure, and so you stand, stretching your lanky figure. You just need to confirm
that he's still the asshole he always was, then you're out. Mind clear of
jittery psychos and filled with initiative to blow up computers. You walk to
the transportalizer and activate it.
***** Wwill Have *****
Chapter Summary
     Eridan knows what he must do to keep Sollux in check.
Chapter Notes
     Here's where it gets gory, I guess. Viewer discretion is advised.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
You see Sol step off of the transportalizer and your eyes widen slightly. Luck
has been generous and you promptly watch him. He seems to be looking for
something, the way his head scans the area. As his figure takes long steps, you
quietly jog after him. He seems blissfully unaware that you're following him,
and you're glad for that. He turns and you sidestep, pulling him into an empty
block and shutting the door. He seems mildly bothered by this and it makes you
tilt your head. You shake it off and begin to speak.
" Sol,"
" ED," He replies. You give him a once-over and let an internal smile blossom,
hidden from him. He's ridiculously attractive, deliciously tall, devilishly
sly. His cool temperment makes you calm down and you have your hands pulled up
to look at them as you run your thumb over your sharp nails. There's a silence
between you and you quietly speak up.
" Sol, I'vve been thinkin' 'bout it..." You pause, trying to orchestrate the
words perfectly, " I'vve been feelin' pretty fuckin' wweird 'round you and I'm
thinkin' I'vve got some mixed feelin's for you... Hatin' you and I might just
be feelin' a bit flushed for you..." You say, every word annunciated roughly.
He's looking at you strangely-- Why is he making that face?
" ED, really? You're going to fucking walk around talking to yourself like a
fucking schizo and then fucking hit on me?"
" Wwell, I wwas just trying to figure out howw to go about it.."
" Yeah, no thanks, fish dick." He steps around you and you grab his wrist,
yanking him back. You hiss, your nails digging into him, " Wwhy not!?"
" Maybe because your little advances happen a bit too often to be sincere, and
that's just glossing over the fact that you are a huge asshole, now let go of
me!"
" No!" You pull his spindly arm back and throw him to the ground. Your free
hand has drifted to your mouth, violet blood staining your wrist. You let go
and look down at him, he's got his glasses off and he's sparking. You can't
allow this; you won't allow this. You dart forward, immedately going for the
eyes. You just have to get them.. Out. It's the only way, but you're thinking
much too rapidly to have a coherent thought as you pin his arms with your
knees, feeling something prying you away from him. Eventually, after many
struggles against those damn psionics, you're index finger plunges into his
left eye, his concentration failing miserably. His breath has sped up
monumentally and he's trying to breath, but it appears that he's choking on the
blood from your wrist. You lift yourself a bit and flip him over, acid sac
failing and him vomiting onto the ground in his body's attempt to do something
about the multiple obvious problems. You sweep him up and give a look of
disdain to the puddle, " Eww, Sol.."
He's coughing now, trying to rid his throat of blood and stomach contents. He's
still holding his eye when you set him against the wall, tying his wrists
together with your scarf. You begin the agonizingly long process of cleaning
out his eye sockets, pulling out the remains of one and separating its cord
with your nail and thumb. You toss the mustard yellow mess aside and look at
him, reaching forward for the next eye. He slams his eyes shut and you spread
his eye lids, pressing your thumbnail into the top and pushing it in, bend, and
then pull it back out, the eye coming along. You've taken the liberty of
letting Sol gnaw on your wrist so he'd be quiet as you separated the next cord
with a bit more effort, tossing the mess away. You give a sigh and rest your
forhead against his, letting him chew holes into your arm. Your other arm is
draped around his neck, not pulling or holding, just resting. Sol seems
exhausted, so you leave him be as his breathing slows and grip softens. He was
probably lightheaded, bloodloss, lots of bloodloss and pain. He may have passed
out or fallen asleep from exhaustion, but you leave him to whatever he's fallen
into.
You tug your cape and dab away the blood from Sol's face, sitting next to him
and licking it off of the fabric. You sigh and readjust him so he leans on you,
and you lean your head on his. With a sigh, you shut your eyes to get in some
rest yourself. After all, when Sol wakes up, you'll have a quadrant mate.
Chapter End Notes
     Oh gee, I feel like that was a bit more forced than it was when I was
     writing.. Oh well, I suppose this is my first fic. What can you do,
     meow?
***** Claimed *****
Chapter Summary
     Eridan gets a bit frisky and Sollux wants none of it.
Chapter Notes
     Bulges and Nooks, Bulges and nooks.. I have an unhealthy obsession
     and I'm not sure why ;w;
See the end of the chapter for more notes
You open your eyes to see Sol, trying clumsily to untie his hands from your
scarf. His fingers work diligently, but the fabric is too plush to find a
vantage point, and he's lost. You briefly forgot that he couldn't see, but you
shrug it off and tug him onto you. He lets out a yipe and you.. Truly haven't
heard him make that noise before. You're not sure how to respond. You kind of
stifle a laugh and pull him into an embrace and he mutters something about how
he wishes you were dead.
" Someone's salty, aren't they?" You say, stroking his back softly. He hisses
and bites your neck, a fatal one if you hadn't pushed him away. He's panting.
You wonder why he's so breathless when he's done so little. You crawl towards
him and tug at the collar of his shirt, tearing a notch on the top and ripping
it away from there. Of course, it isn't as simple as previously led on, as you
needed to work the shirt apart with your teeth to hold him down. Obviously it
wasn't as difficult to tear the cloth, but it did put a bit of a strain your
gums, and that's no fun.
This isn't going to go down like you had fantasized earlier, no romance, no
candles. You're alright with that. Your other fantasy was black bondage,
willing, but bondage all the same. You were aroused further by Sol's arching
and writhing under you, feeling excellent against the wet groin of your
trousers. You remove your own shirt, deciding to gag Sol with the sleeves. You
tie them around his head and force his mouth open, tightening from there. Yes,
he looks delicious.
You lean down and brush your lips against his, leaning over to bite his neck
softly, and then rougher when he started to jerk. You placed your hand under
his chin and pressed up, giving you access to mark him more. You're biting and
licking and kissing all over his neck, and if you were to let him out, not that
you would, everyone would know that he belongs to you. You press down his
jeans, earning a jolt and spasm from Sol before you place a hand at his neck,
daring him to go further. He dares you when he moves both arms to get you away
from his pants. You press harder on his neck, causing him to gasp and writhe,
grabbing for your hand. You don't deprive him fully of air, so he's still
getting some. Just not enough to stay conscious. He's still trying to breathe
when his movements start to become sluggish and forced. You remove your hand
and he's panting heavily, not moving a muscle. You take this opportunity to
strip him of his jeans and undies, him weakly trying to kick at you.
You take a moment to admire him, biting your lip and looking down at him. He's
no longer thrashing, even though he has the energy, because you've backed away.
It's difficult to adjust to how he's acting in a way, because he's a bit more
jittery when you touch him from nowhere. You kind of like it, however, and so
you reach forward and trace a line down the slit of his nook. He jumps and
forces his legs closed, his head turned and arms trying to cover himself. It
was a wonderfully shy reaction and you wonder if he's embarrassed.
You spread his legs and he's growling at you, wishing that he could rip you
apart, surely. You're hoping that he'll want you soon, surely the need will
consume him, and he'll beg you. For now, you'll need to work up to that. You
reach up and lift his arms, tying the loose ends of the scarf around his neck
rather tightly. He groans and pulls his knees up, a quickly refuted action. You
slide down his body, shedding your pants when you feel them rubbing against you
damply. You've sunken so your head is between his legs, hands holding his
thighs apart. His face is dusted a dull yellow, and you grin, loving him in
such a lewd colour. You move a hand, sliding your index finger slowly down his
nook. He's given up trying to fight back, instead just letting it happen.
You're glad.
After thoroughly teasing him, you lean forward, giving a long, slow lick from
the bottom of his nook to where his bulge is beginning to unsheathe. He
twitches and tries to wriggle away, the slight shake of his hips enticing you
to do more. You reach up to fondle the organ that is so desperately looking for
a place to fill and he gives a growl-laced moan. You grin and press your tongue
into him, and he moans louder. It's getting you rather hot yourself, but you
still want to tease. Twisting and curling and flicking your tongue gives
wonderful results, and eventually he's rolling his hips into you.
You slide back up and he looks so delightfully ruffled and filled with need and
lust, you can't help but press your lips against his. He's grinding upwards
into you and his bulge is trying desperately to slide into you. You give a sly
grin and lift your hips, making him arch more and whine. You've never seen him
quite like this, and you love thinking that you might be the only one who ever
will. You give a soft purr as you lower yourself, straddling him and waist
pressed against his, looking up at him expectantly. Once more, he teases at you
slightly before sliding into you- He feels excellent. You lean over, propping
your hands on either side of him, your hips moving up and down softly and Sol
doing nothing but letting his bulge curl and rub inside of you. You bite your
lip and he suddenly thrusts upwards, now further into you than before.
The feeling and thought of him inside of you, both of you panting and moaning
and pressed against each other, makes you ache with need. You need him inside
of you and you need him with you and looking down makes you let out a soft
moan. You can't help but be overwhelm by the sight of him, by the thought of
him, by the feeling of him and you attempt to enthuse him deeper, leaning back
and pushing your hips further against him. You look at him, and he looks
completely enraptured in what's going on. You bite your lip and grab your
bulge, hands working over it gently but diligently, and you feel yourself going
over the edge. After a few more minutes of pleasure, Sol comes and his loud
moaning as you ride him through it is enough to make you follow suit. You
slowly get off of him and collapse beside him, panting.
You scoot closer to him and nuzzle into his neck, kissing a bite mark left from
before and smiling against the skin. He's your's now, even if he doesn't want
to be.
Chapter End Notes
     Well that was a bit of a cluster fuck.
     * badum tss*
     Anyway, I think I'm going to wrap this up with one last chapter of
     yandere one-sided fluff.
***** Owwned *****
Chapter Summary
     Eridan decides that Sollux needs him forever. Sollux decides he needs
     Eridan temporarily.
Chapter Notes
     Just a little afterword~
See the end of the chapter for more notes
You gingerly remove the shirt from Sol's mouth and smile. He's still asleep,
and he looks content. You lean over and press a gentle kiss against his lips,
watching him rest until his eyes flutter open and you grin. He's quiet and
reaches forwards to touch you with a grimace. You kiss his hand, " Hey, Sol."
" I fucking hate you."
" I hate you too." You say, leaning forwards and pulling him into your chest.
You feel at his neck, the wounds making you giddy every time you look at them
or touch them. He's pushing you away until he gives up with a sigh. You start
speaking again. " I also pity you. You're mine noww, no one else's."
" No one said that but you, fish dick."
" I did, and my wword on this matter is the most influential, considerin' I'm
the one who's got you in my arms." You punctuate your statement with a soft
squeeze around his shoulders and he hisses. You kiss his forhead and ruffle his
hair, licking your fingers and wiping away the dried blood on his face. You
start to stand and Sol grabs your hand.
" You're.. Not going to leave me here, are you?"
" Wwhat? No, 'course not, Sol. You don't wwant me to?"
" I can't fucking see you piece of shit, it would be impossible to navigate
alone."
" Wwell maybe I'll just leavve you here since you're so fond of my company..."
" ED I will feel up every wall and every door and find you and choke you to
death."
" Calm down, Sol, I wwasn't gonna leavve you. Just find you another shirt is
all."
" You better fucking come back."
Chapter End Notes
     First fic, got more people reading than I expected >w
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