HOME STUCK KINK MEME VIII
WE DON'T NEED NO NONE MORE O' YER PROMPTS ROUND D'S PAHTS. WE'S ALL UP AND DONE CLOSED THIS ONE.
BUT WE'D LOVE TO TAKE THEM HARD OVER HERE.
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==> Kink Meme IX
BUT WE'D LOVE TO TAKE THEM HARD OVER HERE.
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==> Kink Meme IX
Karkat scuffs at the floor of his respiteblock with one shoe, wallowing. He's good at wallowing.
Not so good at human relationships.
Human relationships are stupid, anyway, and why would he even need to be good at them? It's not like it matters. Humans are so one-dimensional. One fucking quadrant. How can they only have one quadrant?
But Karkat, if you have a matesprit, why would you need a kismesis? I mean, wouldn't your matesprit get jealous?
No, John, that's stupid. You pity one, you hate the other. Why would they be jealous?
But you… But trolls would have…would have sex with both of them, right?
And?
Not to mention the fact that they're completely incapable of even understanding the quadrants, so there really is no hope for them at all. Idiots, the lot of them. Idiots with no emotional range. How could they possibly appreciate the nuances of relationships with only one gogdamned relationship to work with? There's no sort of balance at all.
Isn't that like cheating, though?
John, just because humans are so inferior that they are incapable of handling multiple relationships doesn't mean that trolls function the same way.
So, even if you found a matesprit, you'd keep looking for a kismesis?
Yes.
Oh.
Even John. He'd thought… He'd thought that maybe he could make the human understand that what Karkat wants him for is something special. That even with the other three quadrants, John would occupy only one. Because he is perfect for it in a way that no one else is. Can't he understand how unique that is?
But on your planet… You needed both to…to fill the buckets with, right?
Yes, John. Glad it only took you this long to wrap your inferior think pan around the idea, fuckass.
Since your planet's gone, um… You wouldn't need to do that, right? You wouldn't need all of the quadrants. Or even if you did, you wouldn't need to have…to do that with more than one. Right?
Gogdamnit, whatever human notions of faithfulness you have ingrained in you are irrelevant! Trolls do not work the same way! We're not complete unless all of our quadrants are filled! Unlike you and your "one true love" or whatever you all call it.
…oh.
Whatever he'd said had upset John. Or maybe it was just the way he'd said it? Fuck he doesn't know. What he does know is that, in upsetting John, he'll incur the wrath of the Dave Human.
He's done it anyway. He can't seem to help himself. But despite his best efforts, he can't move the two of them past "friends" and into blackrom, redrom, when John had shied away from the first option, or any sort of quadrant at all. John doesn't want to be a quadrant.
And then John's complete inability to care about Karkat's emotional distress sets him off, and he'll end up saying things he doesn't even mean, and then John will get hurt and Karkat will wallow, mired in self-hatred until he comes crawling back and apologizes to the damn human. And John will forgive him. And it will start all over.
He feels bad enough on his own. He doesn't fucking need or care about Dave.
A glance at the boy's face makes him wonder if maybe he should.
"You've got no idea what the hell you're doing, do you, dumbass?"
Karkat glares and slouches further into the wall.
"God, for as nasty of a troll as you are, you are fucking hopeless. It's not even ironic. It's just sad and painful to watch. Pitiful. And not that fucking weird shit you all pass off as romance, either."
Dave starts toward him, and Karkat barely has time to raise a hand in his own defense before the human is touching him - has he always been that gogdamned fast? - and then there is a loud popping noise and Karkat's breath leaves him in a wheeze as the entire world twists and flickers around him, silencing the snarl he'd been prepared to unleash.
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Without another word, Dave has vanished, leaving him huddled on the floor in…where the hell is he?
In someone's…hive? It looks distinctly human, all plush chairs and wooden tables and nothing crawling around. It looks like…like someplace John would live, if his past observances are anything to go on. The thought of the human makes his blood pusher ache, and he forcefully pushes that feeling down. Why couldn't past him get anything right?
Distracted by his inner ranting, he hasn't been listening like he should have been in a situation like this. His eyes shoot up, followed closely by the rest of him, when the front door closes and locks.
Oh, fuck.
When was he?
Because he has somehow just walked through that door, while he is also standing right here.
Fucking Strider and his fucking time travel shit.
What he assumes to be his significantly-in-the-future self stares down at him, head tilted in thought, and then without warning, what looks like a smirk spreads across his face. His future face.
Karkat's think pan hurts.
"Are you here already?"
Of course he would be expecting himself. Assuming that this is his future self, then whatever is currently happening to Karkat has already happened to this future Karkat, too, so he would remember it. Right?
Karkat huffs. "The hell are you rambling about, fuckass." He isn't really expecting an answer, but the way his other self's face darkens sets him on edge.
Older Karkat prowls toward him, barely pausing to drop a small collection of keys on the table before bending down to haul the younger troll forward only to drive him back into the wall.
Karkat takes a moment to appreciate how tall and strong he is going to become in the future, though he tries to ignore the way his eyes will turn red and flaunt his horrendous blood color for all to see. And for as glad as he is to see how he's turned out, it doesn't make him any less pissed off that his future self has gotten there first.
"Piece of shit…fucking moronic little… Do you have any idea what you've done? Any idea at all of what a terrible-- I am so sick of dealing with your fuckups, past me."
Karkat squirms a bit in the hold, not really wanting to fight a bigger version of himself. His odds of winning that one don't look very good. "Anything in particular?"
"John." That one word stills him.
"What did… What will I do?"
His older self's teeth are bared, the fangs having finally lengthened just a tad into something at least presentable - though his horns are still unimpressive, Karkat is disappointed to note. "The same thing you always do. Everything. Wrong. If I didn't know exactly why you were here I would rip your--"
The sound of the lock turning again makes future Karkat snarl. "Damn it. I remember having more time than that. Fuck." Karkat barely has time to squeak as he is shoved roughly through another door into a tiny room. One that seems to be occupied primarily by jackets and shoes. "Fucking stay hidden until Strider comes to get you. I'm not dealing with this."
"Hey, Karkat! You home already? Can you open the door?"
The voice is unmistakably John's, and Karkat watches his own expression soften in a way that makes him nearly gasp. Shit, even years from now, is he still going to be pining after that idiot? Future Karkat closes the door nearly all the way, leaving a decently sized gap through which younger Karkat can see a part of the room.
The front door, however, is completely out of his line of vision, so he can't even see John when it opens.
"You forgot your keys again, didn't you? You never fucking remember. This is why you're supposed to put them on the table. Then they're always in the same place and you don't have to strain yourself thinking about it."
Karkat is completely taken aback by the tone with which his future self speaks. The right words are all there, but what is he doing, talking like that? Will he really become that bad at keeping secrets? Even a wriggler could hear how much he--
"Naw, I just like it when you open the door for me. It's like I'm coming home to someone."
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Karkat lets the knowledge of his impending failure sink in properly. There really was never any hope for that, was there? John is completely incapable of hating him. Karkat is completely incapable of making him. But he'd hoped…
"Hey, what's wrong, Karkles?"
Oh, gog. That name. That fucking--
"Thinking."
John laughs, and it's a sound that makes Karkat's insides shiver. But not in disgust.
"Maybe you should stop doing that."
There's another shuffle, and Karkat wishes he were able to see through objects. Of course, then he'd just keep seeing and seeing and it would never stop, and would that mean that in the end, he'd never be able to really see anything?
That's just stupid.
"Shit, you're wallowing again, aren't you? You're feeling guilty." Future John is…surprisingly perceptive.
A huff. "…maybe." Future Karkat is completely incapable of putting up a fight. He sucks.
"Karkat, what happened?"
And his future self… That bulgemuncher fucking chirrups. There is no way in hell he will allow himself to become so open and pathetic and gogdamn needy. It's only John's voice that manages to quell Karkat's impending rage at the complete waste of space his future self has become.
"Hey… Come on, Karkat. I forgave you for being an insufferable fuckass ages ago. Your words, not mine. What brought this on?"
His response is whispered too softly to hear, but John's breath catches, and the pair is silent for a moment. And then future him has the nerve to chirrup again, and why can't he see them?
Karkat bares his teeth in frustration, then nearly chokes in surprise when a pair of bodies thuds heavily against the wall right next to where his door has been left open. He shrinks back into the clothing, eyes wide and completely transfixed upon the image of John kissing his future self into a shivering mess.
Oh.
Fuck.
They're…matesprits.
Karkat's immediate joy at his impending success is swiftly counteracted by his anger at his future self. Why does he get to have this John? This John who's become…gogdamned tall and still thin but not gangly and just beautiful and perfect even if he still looks like a bit of an idiot and--
He really has no hope for a kismesis, does he? Maybe he never had. But this… This is better.
What does this John see in him that Karkat's current John doesn't? Or won't? Or…or can't? As much as it kills him to admit it, future him must have done something right. But what?
Future John's hands reach up to curl around future Karkat's horns, and current Karkat's own horns tingle in desire, making him nearly bite down on his own tongue to keep silent. Fuck, he's going to see them mate, isn't he?
He takes his future self's soft keening as a yes.
"Love it when you make that noise." John's words are muffled, seeing as he's currently making his way down flushed gray skin, nipping gently as he tugs the collar of older Karkat's shirt out of the way.
"Love you."
Karkat's eyes go even wider. Love? That stupid human thing? What is he doing spouting nonsense like that?
But the expression on the older troll's face is completely sincere, which is even more surprising than the words that had just spewed from his protein chute. John draws himself up again - and the human has the nerve to still be taller than him - and rubs their noses together in what would be a completely disgusting display if Karkat were not so horribly jealous of how…how adorable they are.
Of course, he could close his eyes and try to give them some privacy, but then he would never figure out what his future self had done to get to this point. Plus…John was, well… He wasn't going to pass this up.
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Why does he have to be so needy?
"Tell me what you want, Karkat, and I'll give it to you. Since you insist on being mopey. What would make you feel better?" John's grinning at him, his teeth still overly large even though he's grown into them a bit, but there's a heat there that's evident even to an outsider.
Or rather, to the young voyeur hiding in the closet.
"You could fuck me. That should make me feel better." Fanged teeth are bared in a smile that looks much more natural on his face than Karkat thinks it should. Gogdamnit, how had his future self gotten so much practice being happy, too? He always gets the best of everything, while current Karkat is the one who has to stumble through life and the hard shit for the sake of his fucking future self.
John laughs, and it distracts him again. "All you had to do was ask."
All he… All he had to… Was that it? Did he just have to ask? Hey, John, would you like to be my matesprit? No, he'd already tried that. Not in so many words, but the intention had been there.
Future Karkat's hands scrabble at the front of John's jeans, undoing them and tugging them down far enough to--
The fuck is that!?
Karkat freezes completely in both fascination and slight horror.
Is that… Are all human bulges that big? And…stiff? And there doesn't look to be any sort of sheath anywhere… Does that mean it's just hanging out all the time? How do they manage to walk!?
Future Karkat is clearly not thinking about any of this, being completely preoccupied with pressing up against John and wrapping his hand around the human. The noise John gives in reply makes Karkat gasp, and he can only assume they didn't hear him from the way they're currently stripping each other down as fast as they can.
"Couch. Now." The older troll's demand is gasped out in the two seconds that their mouths actually aren't connected, and Karkat's lip curls at the realization that John's stupid highblood vocabulary is probably going to be rubbing off on him.
The moment John sits down, future Karkat is climbing over him, straddling his lap shamelessly, body trembling in excitement and desire. Karkat might have mistaken it for fear, since all he can see of himself is his back, were it not for the fact that future Karkat is tugging John's hand between his legs accompanied by that chirruping noise.
Karkat braces himself for the cry of pain that he's sure is coming, but future Karkat only trills deep in this throat, hips swaying toward the human as John's fingers press inside him.
Oh. No claws.
Karkat licks at his lips, desperately trying to get rid of the dry feeling, and he refuses to press a hand to where his own bulge is threatening to slide from its sheath. He hasn't stooped that low.
But he wonders. He wonders what it would be like to have John's fingers touch him there. He wonders how deep they could push into his nook. He wonders if he'd like it.
Which is a stupid question, considering the way that his future self is literally dripping genetic material onto John's hand.
"I'm never going to get over how wet you are." John's voice is rougher, and he twists his hand, pumping harder to the complete delight of his partner.
Karkat tries to find it in him to be angry, but it keeps getting smothered by things like lust and envy.
"Only for you, John. No one else. Just you. Want you now."
So, even if you found a matesprit, you'd keep looking for a kismesis?
Yes.
Oh.
Karkat pushes the memory away, trying to ignore how John's voice had fallen at the end.
John's fingers - just how many had he managed to fit inside? - pull free and stroke down his own bulge as future Karkat hovers over him, chirruping with the need for his matesprit to touch him. To satisfy him.
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His seedflap goes dry when future Karkat brushes the human's hand away so that he can reach between them and grab John's bulge so roughly that Karkat can't believe John isn't-- He likes it. Fuck, what are human bulges made of?
It's only moments until he's taken John completely inside, and the obvious insight that they've done this a lot is quickly overruled by the sound he hears himself make.
It's completely embarrassing, that high, keening kind of noise. He's never made it before, and even if he wanted to, there's no way he'd ever let himself actually--
And then he sees John's face. Those features that have matured and become so attractive… He's completely enraptured, staring at Karkat's future self with an expression that says he'd rather be nowhere else, with no one else. Like Karkat is the most important thing on this entire stupid planet…
Something inside Karkat seems to drop and twist unpleasantly, and his protein chute closes up when he tries to swallow.
Future Karkat leans up, and John slides out of him so far that Karkat assumes he's finally come to his senses and realized that troll nooks were not intended to couple with human bulges, but then he drops his hips down and takes the entire thing back in with a soft wail.
Fuck, is that how they do it? He guesses that, if John's bulge can't move, then maybe that's the only way, but it looks painful. Like they're fighting. Maybe that's why humans don't need a kismesis? Maybe sex with their matesprits is like redrom and blackrom rolled into one.
His other self doesn't seem to think it hurts, though. No, his other self is busy driving himself against John like he's going to die if he doesn't do it harder, faster, deeper. And John's helping him, his slender fingers hooking around future Karkat's hips, the muscles in his arms bunching and shifting as they move.
Future Karkat is whining against John's lips, and the sound makes Karkat glance around the room, looking for the bucket they must have somewhere close by. They must, if they're mating all over their hive. How they ever have visitors, Karkat can't imagine, but maybe they--
He's keening desperately, his whole body shaking, and he's going to finish any moment now and no one is reaching for a fucking bucket. But John's holding the troll close and moaning into his hair, and when his tongue swipes up the length of one horn, those blue eyes fix solidly upon current Karkat frozen in place in the closet.
He knew. He had known this whole damn time! Known that Karkat was stuck in here and would have to watch. They're doing this on purpose! Karkat can't decide if he's angry at them for somehow trolling him or if he's secretly impressed and a little relieved. And kind of embarrassed.
And John fucking smirks at him when his future self lets go, coming all over the both of them and collapsing limply against John. After just a moment, John begins thrusting again, and future Karkat trills and holds on for dear life. He doesn't break eye contact with the younger version of his matesprit until his lids close in pleasure.
When John comes inside him… Karkat had never even thought about that before. Well, not beyond idly entertaining thoughts of things that were totally disgusting and completely taboo and why was his other self liking it so much? He isn't even trying to push John away! Why is he all right with John using him as a…as a bucket?
But then, Karkat's think pan reminds him, they don't need buckets in this world, do they?
Karkat tells it to shut the fuck up. It's still disgusting.
Future Karkat disagrees. "Love it when you come inside me."
Gross. Ew. Bluh.
And then John's lifting a red-tinted hand to his face and licking it and fuck that shouldn't be as hot as it is.
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John chuckles lightly, nuzzling against the closest horn and smiling when future Karkat shivers. "Maybe you should have just asked me if you could be more of a fuckass and we would have had this sorted out, sooner."
Karkat can see himself wrap his think pan around that one before he shoves at John, but there's no malice behind it. He's laughing, even. Fuck, that's weird. "You're insufferable, you know that? Pervert."
"Just for you." John sighs happily and kisses the side of the troll's head. "Shower now? We're dripping. I'm really, really glad this stuff doesn't stain. Have I said that before?"
"You were the one who said we didn't need buckets. It's your own damn fault if it gets everywhere."
Karkat can hear clearly the affection in the tone. Everything about his future self is calmer. Less antagonistic. More open. And while it's still him in there…maybe that's what John wants?
He's so busy contemplating everything and staring into the darkness of the closet that he doesn't realize they've gone.
That must be it, then. John doesn't want to be his kismesis. He doesn't want to be his matesprit, even. He wants to be…he wants to be everything. The realization makes Karkat gasp audibly, and he can't decide if the idea worries him, annoys him, excites him.
Would he be willing to try that? The human kind of romance? For John?
There's a sudden popping noise and Dave appears out of nowhere.
Karkat definitely does not squeak in surprise. And if he's a little flushed, well, that's because he's been stuck in a very small space for gog knows how long. That's all.
"All ready to act like a proper human being, now?" Dave's face is perfectly blank, as usual, and Karkat glares at him.
"Fuck you."
Dave snorts. "Not my type. But I know who is." The nooksniffer has the gall to look smug, and Karkat steps toward him, somehow forgetting again how damn fast Dave is until the human has both hands around his wrists.
He tilts his head down just enough to glance over the top of his shades, and Karkat freezes at the look in his candy red eyes.
"If it weren't for the fact that me and John are bros for life, I wouldn't even deal with this shit. I'd drop you on your ass faster than I drop sick beats. Don't fuck this timeline up. I've had my fill of cleaning up after you."
Karkat should give him some kind of reply, but he thinks that Dave doesn't really expect him to. Instead, he asks, "Which Dave are you?"
The shades are firmly in place again, and Karkat can't read him, anymore. "Older than the one that took you here, younger than the one future you and future John are going to have dinner with later."
"How do you know--"
"Knight of Time, bro. I know everything."
Biting back the stinging insults that he wants to throw, Karkat thinks that maybe he should start trying to be something like the Karkat that John might want and at least try to get along with John's friends.
Even if they're insufferable.
So instead, he holds out a hand, letting whichever Dave this is grab onto it and take him home.
He has a lot of work to do.
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I love this!
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Dead of hot, of adorable, of romantic, of everything.
Just - seeing how they will be, and seeing how they are, and seeing how the two Karkats see their past/future selves, is amazing on all those different levels.
Plus, Dave's remark on which Dave he is temporally, is a fucking work of glory. It echoes the time shenanigans of the rest of the piece, and drives home the level of commitment in the Karkat/John relationship at the same time as it expresses Dave's support of that commitment.
Also I ♦ the way you did the xenobiology and the attitudes towards the non-use of buckets.
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Ba'aw~ Success! I find Dave to be so difficult to write. *headdesk* So thank you! Just...for everything you said up there, thank you. ^^
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This is still making me laugh. XD Oh my goodness~
Thank you for commenting on characterization! I do my best to be as IC as possible, and I'm always glad to know when I'm doing well!
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i... i would love a sequel....
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