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hystericull) wrote in animus_network2013-01-15 11:01 am
011 ♑ [eleventh honk/video]
Content Warning: Thread with Tavros got smutty I really can't believe I'm putting this right in the OP but the general public has a right to be warned.
[The feed clicks on, revealing an extremely wide, extremely frantic purple eye.]
[After a few seconds, the features surrounding said eye come into view, as the operator of the video backs up. And backs up a little more.]
[It's a gargantuan troll. Everything about him looks like it's been blown well out of reasonable proportion. His shoulders took up the width of the screen, and the way he hunched over couldn't have been anything but uncomfortable. His face was painted up like a monotone clown - all dark smudges against stark white. The design hadn't changed much in the sweeps he'd spent here. What was your face was your face, no matter how you felt about it. The paint was what he was born with, the design was a part of him - one thing in life that couldn't be done on a whim.]
[Most of that face, however, was obscured by the most absurd mane of hair imaginable. It exploded from his head in a mass of mats and twists and curls, getting in his eyes and mouth before running down his neck and past his shoulders. It was reminiscent of vines taking over a building - crawling up and threatening to engulf the two massive, spiraling horns that sprouted from his head.]
[For being as giant as he was, Gamzee had been lacking in the brute strength department - a solitary physical trait he failed to inherit from his ancestor. His limbs and neck were thick, but not as thick as they could or should be. His hands rivaled the size of dinner plates, but the fingers on them remained knuckles and spindle.]
[Now that both manic eyes were visible, as well as a decent amount of the rest of him, Gamzee's dark lips parted to speak, revealing terribly sharp and terribly disgusting fangs. Plucking a vial of dark purple liquid from his pants pocket, he held it up to the camera.]
All you magnanimous motherfuckers, please to be all popping the most righteous of motherfuckin' squats at the terminal and start bestowing on to your wicked brother all what's knowledge holy you up and got in those inferior thinkpans 'bout the matter what all is at being your mother fucking blood.
[The feed clicks on, revealing an extremely wide, extremely frantic purple eye.]
[After a few seconds, the features surrounding said eye come into view, as the operator of the video backs up. And backs up a little more.]
[It's a gargantuan troll. Everything about him looks like it's been blown well out of reasonable proportion. His shoulders took up the width of the screen, and the way he hunched over couldn't have been anything but uncomfortable. His face was painted up like a monotone clown - all dark smudges against stark white. The design hadn't changed much in the sweeps he'd spent here. What was your face was your face, no matter how you felt about it. The paint was what he was born with, the design was a part of him - one thing in life that couldn't be done on a whim.]
[Most of that face, however, was obscured by the most absurd mane of hair imaginable. It exploded from his head in a mass of mats and twists and curls, getting in his eyes and mouth before running down his neck and past his shoulders. It was reminiscent of vines taking over a building - crawling up and threatening to engulf the two massive, spiraling horns that sprouted from his head.]
[For being as giant as he was, Gamzee had been lacking in the brute strength department - a solitary physical trait he failed to inherit from his ancestor. His limbs and neck were thick, but not as thick as they could or should be. His hands rivaled the size of dinner plates, but the fingers on them remained knuckles and spindle.]
[Now that both manic eyes were visible, as well as a decent amount of the rest of him, Gamzee's dark lips parted to speak, revealing terribly sharp and terribly disgusting fangs. Plucking a vial of dark purple liquid from his pants pocket, he held it up to the camera.]
All you magnanimous motherfuckers, please to be all popping the most righteous of motherfuckin' squats at the terminal and start bestowing on to your wicked brother all what's knowledge holy you up and got in those inferior thinkpans 'bout the matter what all is at being your mother fucking blood.
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[ No yelling. His tone is surprisingly soft and understanding.
Regardless of everything, he knew the highblood wouldn't lie about this. He believed him when he said those words, and it brought some ease into the argument. But, that's not really solving anything. In fact, he is completely dodging the real issue here, which is Gamzee's typical approach in confrontations.
There is an awkward distance between them, but Tavros is now standing on the floor with his arms folded against his chest. His wings kept fluttering slowly as he tried to collect his words again. ]
I love you too. But, that's not the point here.
Don't ... avoid this. Don't fuck this up.
I need you not to fuck it up because I honestly don't know what to do right now! I don't know how I feel about this. I don't know if I can let it go and it scares me, okay?!
I don't want to feel this terrified, but I guess after spending all those sweeps with someone, you kinda get attached to them. That's how things go, right? You get all pathetic and stupid, and then you start to overlook things and give idiotic promises to yourself that everything will be better if you keep your mouth shut, and ... convince yourself that if you show enough support, stick around longer, maybe they will start feeling you more.
[ He paused for a bit, eyes on the ground. ]
So .. I will ask you, for the last time, Makara. I will trust and believe you this time because I know if you actually give a fuck about us, you'd be completely honest with me now.
... What really happened with Eridan?
[ One final time. ]
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[Time to think hard and not show that you're thinking hard. Instead, time to pull another worried expression out of your ass like you're really concerned about the moment and use the time that that buys you to formulate a game plan.]
[He didn't want to tell the truth. Admitting that was admitting that he fucked up. Gamzee fucked up on a daily basis, but it was an entirely different thing when someone actually called you out on it. He was able to hide a bunch of shit from Tavros that would probably land him in the doghouse, but the one time he gets frisky with someone else, he's fucking found out.]
[He should have covered his tracks better. What a fucking rookie mistake.]
[Habit told him to lie. Come up with a story, or stick to his original fabrication and insist on its truth. But... logic was telling him differently. The logical step would be to actually come clean. If he changed his story, it would be so fucking obvious that nothing he said could be taken seriously. If he insisted on the original lie... well, that shit obviously wasn't going over well with Tavros to begin with. Telling the truth would admit he'd lied in the beginning, but the fact that Tavros was asking him so calmly suggested that there was a slight chance he could worm his way out of this clusterfuck.]
I do... give a fuck about us, bro. I give a lot of motherfuckin' fucks. More fucks than all what I know how to up and motherfucking count, is all how many fucks there is.
[He took a breath, clicking his claws against the doorknob behind him nervously. Out with it. It'll make you look like a wholesome, honest troll. A trustworthy one. ...Even if the thing you're being honest about is how you were previously dishonest. Details.]
It was, like, like I was motherfuckin' saying at earlier, and shit. Wasn't fuckin' frontin' on that noise, yo. Asked for a bite, so a brother went to all be motherfuckin' obliging on it.
[Gamzee paused, shifting on his feet. He hadn't looked away from Tavros since he started confessing. Now he let go of the doorknob to walk a little farther into the room and shove those hands in his pockets.]
We fuck around, sometimes-- n-not in that way, fuck. [Oh, glorious word choice, there, Champ.] I mean, like, we fuck with each other, give each other all sorts of fuckin' crap, make the other motherfucker feel like shit. Shit like what that is.
[For fuck's sake, he never thought he'd be explaining his fucked up relationship with an Ampora from an entirely different universe to his matesprit. To anyone, really. He wasn't doing a good job of it, either.]
A-anyway, fuck. The fuck was I saying?
...He bit me, all had hisself some lunch. Fuckin'... dinner, what the fuck ever it motherfuckin' was.
[Jesus, stop rambling. You're only delaying the inevitable. Gamzee stopped again, closing his eyes and swallowing to regain his composure before continuing. This time, it was much more succinct.]
I liked it. He knew I fuckin' liked it, the motherfucker. Used it to fuckin' get me going. Ain't sayin' I didn't do no egging on my fuckin' self, though... It just... it ain't... it ain't nothing. Don't mean... nothing at fuckin' all.
We was just fuckin' around and it got out of hand somethin' wicked motherfucking fierce. All what happened be on this nugbone mine, though, plain as the motherfuckin' daylights.
[And, much to his own discomfort, Gamzee pulled his hair back with his hands, showing the two large bite marks, and the few hickeys that trailed themselves spottily down his neck.]
Don't want you to think nothing more up and went down, 'cause it fuckin' didn't. We got done and... that's fuckin' it.
[He looked back to Tavros. It was almost painful to do so. He... he didn't know what else to say. So, he just let his shoulders drop, one hand still trying to contain the mess of hair.]
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He didn't know what to do with himself. He was feeling a lot of emotions in the same time and it was killing his focus. Still, Tavros is smart enough to acknowledge that he is not allowed to make any choices right now. Despite all the temptation to scream it out, he refrained from doing so.
He is emotional right now. Cool it down. Take a breather and think.
He looks at Gamzee again and he shrugged. He looked so horribly feverish at this point. ]
... Of course it meant nothing to you. That's why you felt the need to hide it from me and then lie about it, right?
[ He turned to his side, taking a few steps forward with his hand pressed against his abdomen. ]
He had his lips all over you, and you ... enjoyed it. You liked it. You didn't see anything wrong with it. You didn't feel guilty. At that moment, you cared about no one but your fucking self.
The only reason you're saying all of this and apologizing because you've been caught. That's the only thing you're sorry for.
... You don't care about anyone but yourself.
[ Honestly, in this point he was merely speaking out what he had in mind. The tone and the expression in his face, though- as if he just came to the realization of how fucked up Gamzee is. Tavros looked like he was on the edge of losing it, and he forced himself to settled on the bed.
With his hands on his knees, the lowblood took in a breath and cleared his throat. ]
I think ... you should leave now. Y-Yes. You need to leave. Right now.
I want to be alone.
[ Also, it would be nice if you hurry up? Yeah. You are not allowed to see him like this. ]
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[Instead of protesting everything Tavros had thrown at him, he just stood in silence. At some parts, he even nodded, glowering at the floor. He knew he was fucked up. He knew he was thick and stupid and selfish and disgusting. He had tried to convince himself that he would keep Tavros safe from all of that - because the feeling of pity for him was something so unusual, he thought maybe he could separate that from all of the other bullshit inside of him. Evidently not.]
[Only when Tavros sat down on the bed did Gamzee lift his head, though only slightly. Just enough to look at him. He felt like someone had wedged an obnoxiously large piece of food in his wind chute. Tavros had told him to leave.]
[But...]
[Gamzee thought about how long they'd been together. How long they'd been stuck in this piece of shit tower, how much they'd changed. He knew he wasn't the same person he was when they first had gotten together. He knew he wasn't the person that Tavros had fallen in love with. To be truthful, some part of him wanted desperately to try and find him again, but... but, but, but. Always an excuse. He couldn't remember who exactly he was, because that part of him had been lost - drowned out by the screaming in his head and the insatiable urges to rip and tear and subjugate every fucking person and thing until they were below him. Until he had control over everything. So much control will quickly put you out of control, he'd found out, a little too late.]
[The interesting thing was, as much as he felt very little in terms of emotions right now, he still felt... something. It hurt in his gut. It brought out some wicked self-loathing that he thought he'd stamped out a long time ago. Couldn't be the best if you hated yourself.]
[He took a breath.]
[If he was going to have any hope of fixing this, if there even was any hope left for them, he was going to have to do something he was pretty sure was impossible.]
[He was going to have to find himself again.]
[No bullshit, no lies, no... ugh, for fuck's sake. He couldn't. That sopor-addled shitstain was something he never wanted to be again. Flitting around wherever the wind fucking took him... there was no control to be had in that. Completely defenseless.]
[But he would do it. He'd become someone he hated if it meant becoming someone Tavros loved.]
[Now, what would he do, if he was actually a person and not whatever it was that he'd fucking become? What would the little weak fucker in him do? ...He'd stay. The little shit.]
I don't... I don't all want you to fuckin' be alone, bro.
[He shifted on his feet. Ugh, this was pathetic.]
You can, like... you can motherfuckin' beat me the fuck up or throw shit or not even look at a motherfucker, but I just...
I don't want you to feel...
[Who the fuck was he to say this!? He'd hurt Tavros more than he ever had, and then refused to leave!? If he could be someone completely different right now, he would. The thought of Tavros completely alone and hurting just... he couldn't deal with that. Tentatively, he moved towards the bed, not even completing a step, just pressing his foot forward and leaning on it.]
I don't want you hurting more than all what I was already fucking making you.
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When he looks at him, Tavros started to lash out again. ]
What do you want from me?
Do you want my approval? Or you want me to accept what you've done. Maybe then you can shake off what little guilt you have gained from watching your pathetic matesprit cry, right?
I won't accept it, Gamzee. Don't hold your fucking breath.
[ You know, this is exactly why he wanted the highblood to leave. No one should speak up when they're upset. He knew he will regret some of his words later, but- whatever.
He runs his fingers through his hair, letting out a frustrated sigh. ]
... I don't want you to leave, to be honest.
I want my matesprit. My fucking matesprit! It's just ... ugh ... I can see those marks and it's driving me crazy. That little-- It makes me sick. I can't do this with his stench all over you.
Fucking piece of shit!
[ Oh, hey. It's about time Tavros started loathing someone with a burning passion. It was so overwhelming he didn't know what to do with himself. How to deal with hate? Can't deal.
So much hate. So intense. So ... refreshing ?????????????? ]
You know, if you came to me and told me 'Hey, this and that happened', we wouldn't be having this problem !! I don't want you to act like a kicked grub. I don't want you to apologize anymore. I just ... I just want you to acknowledge that some of your acts can be hurtful.
I want you to be more aware of yourself. Don't push away the ones who love and care for you, Gamzee.
.. That's all.
[ Aaaand breathe.
That actually ... felt good. A little. ]
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[It's not like he didn't understand. It's not like he'd never been in this position before. Being so angry but wanting someone around at the same time. Sometimes you needed a lot of things at once. Despite feeling like he really didn't deserve to be here, the reasons to stay were stacking up. Mainly, because Tavros had admitted it, but secondly, because being selfish was a habit Gamzee was not going to break easily, and he wanted to be here, for fuck's sake. Because if he left, he wasn't very sure he'd have another chance to return.]
[By this point, Tavros' words weren't hurting him anymore. It was actually just surprising. He'd heard him get angry before, but never anything like this. Never screaming like he had been in the lounge, never directing this much hate at anyone before. It made him realize a lot of things - that Tavros had more inside of him than he'd ever known. He'd needed someone to be there for him, and Gamzee was all that he had. And what did Gamzee do? Throw it in his fucking face. Even though Gamzee had spent a lot of time with him, Tavros was still alone. Still... hearing all of this... holy shit. It was hardly the time to think about that. He wasn't going to stop the kid, either. He had shit he needed to get off of his chest, and it would be terrible to try calming him down before it all got released.]
[As Tavros breathed after his outburst, so did Gamzee. Taking Tavros' admission as permission to stay, Gamzee closed the space between them, now crouching before Tavros and trying to make eye contact.]
Tav.
[Ugh, this was so awkward. It felt like the wrong quadrant. He wasn't going to just stand around and watch his matesprit lose it, though. What the fuck was he going to do? He didn't have anyone else to vent to!]
I hurt you, I know I motherfuckin' did. I knew it'd fucking be hurting you if all you were to find out about this shit. It was a big ass fuckin' mistake that I ain't never wanted all to happen, and I didn't know what to do. And, I guess the way the noise went down weren't all the best fucking way it could've, probably.
[He cleared his throat, a little more confident now.]
I ain't concerned about getting my fuckin' ass up out the barkbeasthouse no fuckin' more, 'cause you're being way upset, brother. Be it too much to fuckin' ask to press pause on this fucked up shindig we got going to talk at me? I don't want you to keep this crazy whacked out harshness inside you no more.
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It just ... didn't feel right.
Gamzee is his matesprit, and not his pale bro. He couldn't vent to him, even if he wanted to! It will only get him all worked up and when everything gets out of control-- Can he calm him down? The answer is no.
The highblood couldn't offer the sort of comfort Tavros craved right now. As a result, he was getting rather edgy, shifting a little against the bed, claws sliding up his thighs and then lower to settle on his knees again.
He'd been doing this for a long time now, and he knew if he kept his mouth shut, he'd be able to cool down on his own after a few minutes. ]
... No. I don't think we should.
[ He swallowed before he figured it's time to look at Gamzee in the eye. Not gonna lie, it was painfully difficult to do. ]
It's hard. It's ... really hard. Everything. I'm just ... I'm so tired, Gamzee.
[ Really. That's the one word that he could think of to describe what he's feeling right now. He was so tired of keeping things in. Tavros just discovered that he was depending way too much on the highblood. It's not Gamzee's job to listen to him vent and express his feelings. It's not his fucking responsibility! So, it's basically Tavros' fault, and that explained why he was so upset.
Gamzee is, literally, the only one he managed to build up feelings for. Just enough to fill a quadrant that is. Therefore, he'd created ridicules standards to his relationship with Gamzee.
Which is unfair to the highblood. So unfair.
He didn't plan this. He didn't want this. He didn't want to be so dependent on Gamzee. It made him extremely vulnerable and ... pathetic. Every part of him wanted to lean closer, maybe kiss or hug him a little, but- he didn't. ]
I think I said enough. More than enough. I mean- what more can I say or do? There's nothing we can do about this now. We can't change it. It happened.
It hurts, but ... I love you. [ And bitterly. ] You still need to get his fucking stench off you. I wasn't kidding earlier when I said I can smell it.
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Aight. We won't.
[He moved from crouching on his feet to kneeling, as the position was starting to get uncomfortable. Even though he'd been warned that his matesprit didn't want to deal with him while he reeked of Eridan, Gamzee raised his hands to place them on top of where Tavros' were resting on his knees.]
I know, that I fuckin' all was putting the hurt on at you. You said it for your fuckin' own what I can't be going back and motherfucking changing shit now. But, uh.
[He took another breath. He was turning from less of a kicked grub to more of a confident apologist. Sliding his hands up Tavros' forearms, it didn't take long at all for him to revert back to his demonstrative self.]
I want all to be spending whatever motherfucking time our asses got left to serve in this joint on making you, like... happy again.
[He clicked his tongue at himself. So not smooth. He couldn't say anything right if his life depended on it.]
I want to fuckin' be doing that for you, even if you ain't wanting me back.
[There was a pause, and he withdrew his arms, rocking back to his feet and rising once more.]
Guess a brother should motherfuckin' start by doing all what you ask.
[Bath time. His favorite hour.]
'Less you be needing me here still.
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Still, deep down, he knew Gamzee was being honest and he appreciates his attempts. Let's forget about that for a second since the highblood is about to head out.
Tavros spent the last few seconds toying with the claws between his lips, staring at his matesprit intensely before he decided to move out of the bed. ]
Hold on, Gam.
[ He didn't know what the hell triggered such interest, but he was in no mood to question his own motives. He just knew what he felt like doing and- he soon had his arms all curled up around Gamzee's shoulders, shifting his weight to his toes and keeping their heads in the same level. ]
Come back here when you're done, okay?
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[Without another word, he turned and headed for the door, only halting when he heard Tavros command him to do so.]
[He'd rambled too much already, so all he did in response was turn, staring at the lowblood quizzically until he felt a pair of warm arms around his shoulders and]
[oh.]
[Well, that was certainly unexpected. Unexpected, but not unwelcome. Usually in a situation of such close proximity, there would be face rubbings and nipping and probably a little drool. For now, though, Gamzee locked eyes with his partner, bringing up a hand to swipe his thumb along the bottom of Tavros' jaw.]
'Course.
[And as soon as he's released, he'll make his way (unhappily) to the ablution chamber.]
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For now, he waits.
It didn't take long before he started regretting his choice. Perhaps it would have been better if he kept himself busy and dragged the highblood to the shower instead, because now he is settled in a room all by himself and-- he started thinking.
He started thinking about their argument, going through the scenario over again. Naturally, the following step involved unpleasant images of Gamzee and Eridan and well- let's say Tavros is not having the best time of his life right now.
It's been hours. He was losing it again. Gamzee, hurry the fuck up. ]
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[He did, however, do as he was asked. If there was ever a time not to skimp on something, it would be now. He didn't really know how to effectively clean himself, but he tried. Spent a good while clearing gunk and blood and grime out from underneath his claws, scrubbed every inch of him with some disgustingly perfumed soap that got in his eyes and nose and made him sneeze. Scrubbed his mottled face until the paint rinsed off and ran down the drain.]
[Ugh, this was takig for fucking ever, mainly because his usual baths were just the bare minimum - something to get him by so he wasn't disgusting 24/7. He was making this soap his fucking bitch, now. ...He was also pretty sure you weren't supposed to use soap in your hair, but this bar was the only thing he had - luckily someone had left it behind here, because like hell would he have planned ahead enough to actually bring his own.]
[Gamzee lost the soap a few times in his hair. Each time required about five minutes of searching to locate it again before he could continue trying to clean that ratted mess. After getting some of the inside, and all of the outside, he decided it was good enough. He couldn't get some parts separated enough to get everything. Standing under the spray again, he watched all of the foamy bubbles slide down his skin, now flushed and purple from being in the heat so long. It was entertaining, watching them.]
[That still didn't make this enjoyable. When he got fed up with that, he shut the water off and stepped out of the trap. There was probably still soap in some places, but whatever. He was so done.]
[...]
[He forgot a towel.]
[Was he supposed to put his old clothes back on?]
[Things you never think to ask about showers.]
[It not like he regularly took one by himself!!! Fine. Old clothes it was. Even if they were... dirty. And bloody. ...And had apparently gotten fucking soaked by the shower. Great. Looking like a sopping wet dog, Gamzee trudged unhappily out of the ablution chamber, leaving a trail of water down the hall behind him, carrying his shoes in his hands and listening to the slap, slap, slap of his wet, baggy clothes hitting against him as he walked.]
[Fucking showers. He leaned roughly up against the door to Tavros' room, leaving a splash against the door as he cranked the doorknob and pushed inside.]
[He was dripping and hidden under his hair, but he was clean, dammit.]
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He was clean, yet not really clean since he thought it was a smart idea to put on those dirty clothes again. It didn't help that his skin, hair and clothes are soaking wet along with all the filth, and it just made everything ten times worse.
So much for taking a shower. ]
... Makara.
[ Honestly, no words. There's a lot going on before him and he slowly moved out of the bed. He grabs him from the arms, lifting them up as he continued inspecting the mess he's dealing with. ]
We need to get rid of this, bro.
[ And by 'this', he meant his garments. All of it.
Without wasting another second, he placed his hands on Gamzee's sides, gripping into the wet fabric of his shirt. He only managed to pull halfway through, exposing the abdomen, before he motioned for Gamzee to take over. With the hair and the massive horns, Tavros would look absolutely silly trying to get that shirt over his head. Might as well let Gamzee take care of it.
While keeping the highblood busy with his little assigned task, Tavros guided his hands lower to undo those pants. He tried not to sound so bitter when he finally spoke again, keeping his gaze on his fingers and their work. ]
So ... You've been in the shower the whole time?
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The fuck you all think I been motherfucking doing, dog!?
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[ He muttered as he tugged down on those filthy pants, allowing them to drop to his ankles. Tavros then pulled away and searched the room for his towel. He knew he had one somewhere, and by the time he found it, he turned to face his partner again.
For now, he simply stares. Waiting for him to end his struggle with that shirt. ]
You need any help with that?
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[No, wait. Where was he going!? Tavros had pulled his pants off just to turn and walk away!? What the fuck!?]
[To answer you question, yes. Yes he does need help with that.]
Tch, no!
[Came the muffled response from the shirt. After a few more moments of wiggling and clawing, Gamzee had bent at the waist, shoving his arms in the gap between his horns under where the garment was stuck. It was a practiced art that he'd formulated after realizing his horns were getting too big to simply pull the thing over the top of them. Now spiraling taller than his arms, he had to do things a little differently. Pushing his arms forward, he sent the shirt sliding towards the tips of his horns, tipping his head down so gravity could take it the rest of the way. Honestly. Troll life was suffering.]
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It took him a while to be aware of the open door, and once he made sure their privacy is secured, Gamzee was ready to have the towel tossed over his head. Using his wings, Tavros managed to level himself higher. So, it was rather easy for him to work this way, and-- holy shit that's a lot of hair! He took care of it, though. Along with the face and shoulders.
Tavros leaned in and kissed is matesprit on the cheek, and then lower along his jawline; muttering. ]
... Thanks. I know how much you hate taking showers. So, I appreciate it.
[ He drops the towel and wrapped his arms around those shoulders again. He's just going to guide his lips to Gamzee's, keeping them slightly apart before he started kissing him. ]
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[Before he could give it any more thought, however, a large, fuzzy thing had made its perch on top of his head. Thrashing about to shake the offender off, he halted when Tavros had flown above him to work the water out of his hair. Oh, laughing motherfucking lords, that was going to take forever.]
[Gamzee pulled a face as the towel began wiping at his nose, his forehead. He didn't like being without his paint there in the first place, and to have so much attention placed on that area was uncomfortable. Tavros soon moved on to his neck and shoulders, though, and the way he pressed his lips against Gamzee's skin and muttered into his neck was more than enough to make him forget about what he was getting sour over in the first place.]
Alternative to that was all probably gonna motherfuckin' be some sort of bulge-ectomy or some shit. ...But I'dda done it anyway. 'Cause you up and--
[He was being kissed, towel around his shoulders and a warm brownblood with too many clothes on hovering in front of him. He finished his sentence as their lips broke apart.]
Fuckin' asked.
[With that, he shut up, returning his mouth to Tavros' and working a hand up around the boy's collar. With an experimental tug, the first button snapped free, popping clear off of the shirt and on to the ground.]
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Yeah? I guess I should fucking ask you more often, then.
You look really good without the paint.
[ He muffled against his mouth, tilting his head so that their horns won't get tangled with each other. A skill they were forced to master if they wanted to get anything done without any accidents. The hand on his back was not ignored, and since Gamzee was 'experimenting', Tavros figured he should keep his wings out of the way and allow them to drop to his sides again. He arched his back slightly and pressed down against him, but he didn't show any sign of disapproval. If he wanted to rip off his shirt, Tavros won't stop him.
However, since his wings are completely useless at this point, Tavros had to curl his legs around Gamzee's sides once more in order to keep himself in place. He continues abusing Gamzee's lips, casually breaking away to nibble on them, and then maybe have his tongue slide in when he leans for another kiss. It was an unpredictable and somewhat messy approach. ]
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[Letting out a breath between kisses, Gamzee moved one arm down beneath Tavros, digging his nails in and getting a handful of ass like he had earlier today before this all had started. The other hand moved to the front, fiddling with the buttonhole that had come loose. He dragged his hand down forcefully, letting several more buttons pop off until he heard the tear or seams and fabric. The front of this button-up had now been torn, slashed across the front, and Gamzee made quick work of the rest of it, ripping the fabric from Tavros' torso and throwing it to the ground. He was rewarded with more brown skin, the heat of it drawing him in until his mouth was pressed to the bottom of Tavros' throat.]
[He was pretty far gone by now, consumed by anticipation and the thought that, yeah, he was totally fucking getting some. Tossing a heartfelt prayer to any and all mirthful deities that may have been present, Gamzee dragged his tongue and fangs across those collarbones, moving his bare hips against the ones he held against him. The flat of his palm moved down, sliding across heated abs until the spindly fingers attached to it shoved themselves down Tavros' waistband. He thumbed blindly for the button of his pants, attempting to work them free.]
Sass Ass...
[He growled, sucking the thin skin across Tavros' clavicle between his teeth and biting on it.]
Shut up and fuck me.
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[ Tavros is not really hesitant in expressing himself, especially with Gamzee. So he made it rather obvious when he enjoyed something, and damn- he loved it when Gamzee used those fangs and claws on him. The friction against his skin felt absolutely amazing. If only he could take it to the next level ...
Okay, focus. Once his thinkpan started rolling again, he took control and started tugging down on his own pants, kicking his boots away in the process. He grabbed Gamzee by the horn and yanked hard, just enough to get his mouth off his skin. Putting some good use to his wings, he unhooked his legs and then shoved the highblood. Well-- the original plan involved him pressing Gamzee up against the wall, but somehow they ended on the ground ??? Also, not very smoothly. Which is unfortunate for Gamzee since his body took most of the impact.
He lets out a heavy breath, but smirks as he settled on top, pulling Gamzee's legs apart. ]
Heh. My bad, bro.
[ When his matesprit sprawled out in front of him, in all ways inviting, Tavros slid their hips together, getting a good feel out of Gamzee before taking a hold of them. Tavros wanted to do things a little differently this time, which explains why he had his bulge all pressed up against Gamzee's ass. ]
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[It was completely hot, not to confuse, but it was irritating at the same time. The kind of irritating that was so bad it was good. He didn't much know what was going on in the time it took to happen, but he was released, and in a moment afterwards, sent to the ground. Tavros'... poor aim (?) was just fine with him. The boy's clumsiness just meant that any mishaps he'd happened to make were rougher on Gamzee, which was fucking fine with him.]
[He felt those hands tighten just behind his knees, pulling him apart. The sensation and the seriously trashy thought of being in such a position sent his bulge pressing against his stomach.]
Fuckin'-- lords, Booty--!
[He panted out, reaching his hands around Tavros' shoulders as he lowered himself, digging his claws right back into the skin of his spine to pull him down faster. He didn't give a shit about dicking around beforehand - he just wanted to get fucked, and he wanted it motherfucking yesterday.]
[When Tavros' hands shifted to his hips instead, Gamzee took this opportunity to jerk his legs up, shoving his knees up under Tavros' armpits. Jesus, the fuck was this kid trying to do? This was going to be worlds of painful, which was hot as fuck. He gasped happily against the neck in front of him, dragging his nails across the skin they held.]
This my-- motherfuckin' punishment, baby--?
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Sure, Gam. Why the fuck not?
[ Holy shit, he's pretty sure those claws managed to break his skin in one area or another. Tavros let out a heavy growl, digging his own set of claws deeper into the skin underneath and around Gamzee's hips, keeping him from squirming any further. He was moving purely out of instincts at this point. Which might not be the smartest approach when trying out new shit, but how could he keep any level of calm when Gamzee made it his fucking mission to mark every single inch of his body?
Fuck it. They were never the type to take things slow, and everything went down in rapid, imprudent moves. Why break the habit now ??
A fact he empathized when he started pushing in, starting slow and- fucking hell, the sensation is so foreign, yet it felt incredibly good. So good, he figured that he'd take fucking forever with how tight Gamzee is. So, with little consideration ( toward his matesprit ) and plenty of impatient vigor, the lowblood forcefully slammed his bulge all the way in.
He groaned and pressed his forehead down to Gamzee's neck, breathing against his cold-glistened flesh and burying himself deeper. Holy fucking miracles-- it was nearly impossible for him to even take one single breather before he started fucking him. ]
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[It was perfect. It was perfect and vile and Gamzee loved it with every inch of him, including those desperately writhing against his belly. No one really needed to know why such a psychotic sociopath bent to the will of this lowblooded boy-skylark. Heeded his every beck and call. Sure, there were times where he'd stray, but it was never for long. No matter what state of mind, Gamzee would always agree that this was the only boy he could ever truly love.]
[Because, shit. Who else in the world would fuck him like this!?]
Ahhh... fuck, a bitch ain't up and gettin' no motherfucking fondue with his chocolate bar?
[It was easy to tease, at first. It didn't hurt as much as it could, and even though Gamzee loved every fucking second of it, he knew the pain was going to become uncomfortable very, very soon. He rasped a laugh into Tavros' ear, using them A+ contortionist skills to bring his knees to his chest, tossing the rest of them over the boy's shoulders. Tavros was hot and slick and not nearly the correct size for such an endeavor, which made everything that much better.]
Ahhnn...
Motherf-fuck yeah, Cinnastix--
Gimme all what only I be-- fuckin' deserving--
[Gamzee shivered under the pressure, wincing more and more between groans of pain and pleasure and babbling his mouth off shamelessly. Without warning, the pain he was trying to get himself acclimated to was suddenly replaced by what felt like a giant, hot spear splitting right through his insides.]
FUCK!!!
[As quick and sharp as the pain tearing through him was, he ripped his nails across Tavros' back until they slid down and off his ribs. Slamming his arms to the floor and desperately searching for purchase there, Gamzee arched what he could of his back, seeing as he was mostly being bent in half at this point. And then Tavros had started to move, and for fuck's sake, Gamzee quite honestly pondered for a split second if death by fucking would be his most entertaining death yet, because Tavros was legitimately going to fucking kill him with his bulge.]
[The pounding was merciless, fitting for a subject so undeserving of mercy as he was. Gamzee was nothing now but a pile of bones and angles, being rocked and beaten on the ground, shouting curses and wordless noises of both praise and discomfort at the top of his lungs. A quiet lay he was not, especially under these circumstances. His legs tightened around Tavros' neck, and Gamzee threw his head back against the floor.]
Tav-- Tavros-- TAVROS-- FUCK-- FUCK--!!
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Tavros groaned in pain, his wings fluttering rapidly, but not pulling away just yet. Shit, he had to take a minute, and once he came in terms with the agony, he finally noticed that he was, in fact, bleeding. The brown that Gamzee despised so much is making it way rather quickly down his sides. Maybe leaving a few stains over the highblood as well. ]
Damnit, Gamzee ...
[ He hissed, but wow- he can't deny it was such a fucking turn on. Haha.
There's a lot going on all in once, and Tavros tried to keep up with everything. Despite the little incident, the rhythm of their sex never slowed down, only picking up in pace and force. However, once he felt Gamzee's arms were on the move again, the lowblood had to get his mind off his boner and think properly for once. His wings. He feared his partner might get so into their little fuckfest and get those claws ripping on his precious wings. He can't allow it.
He suddenly released Gamzee's hips, using his hands to unhook those legs around his shoulder and proceeds to break away. He flexed his muscles and let out a very heavy, impatient breath. Stopping was the last thing he wanted to do, but he couldn't afford further injuries. With that thought in mind, he grabbed Gamzee by the horn, forcing him to sit up and in one way or another-- he had his matesprit roll over. Now, Gamzee's face, hands and knees were the only parts that touched the floor.
He garbs a hand-full of hair, pinning him down from the head as he positioned himself. ]
Can't have you shredding me to pieces, bro.
[ And, again, with little warning or preparation, he rammed back into him. You know, you think by now Gamzee had loosened up a little. Guess he was wrong about that. ]
pretty sure this is the part where i ask myself "omg why the hell am i writing this in game"
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