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AU ===> KINGDOMS <=== HOMESTUCK

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[The mood lashes through the hallways of the castle Sollux passes through as if he was using a very different kind of psychic energy from the lights crackling in his eyes. Servants with higher colors of blood than his own are dodging him with wide eyes and terror in their posture and nobody questions it. There is venom in the air and trolls know when something bad is going to go down-- they have to learn pretty early, or risk getting dragged into someone's black romance.]

[They don't know what's at stake, because Eridan couldn't possibly have told them without giving away his hand. The few pairs of eyes that spark with recognition at the sight of Sollux don't understand his rage. The yellow blood with the temperament problem is known as Feferi's flush crush and as the freakish blooded knight's friend, but Eridan's black flirtations towards him had seemed just as unlikely to go anywhere as his flirtations with anyone else.]

[But culling is sitting there on the table, hidden from view to these people who will shortly serve as voyeurs. It makes Sollux's stomach burn with hideous self-loathing at the idea of having to show his body to so many judging eyes. Feferi was hard enough, and she had found his extra tentacles and scrawny frame to be all the more reason to pity him. These people would only see him as some sick lowblood, and he would loathe every second of it, because they had no right to see.]

[Sollux forces the sick, angry dread out of mind when he comes up to the last hallway before the throne room. Sure enough, the murmur of conversation drifts through the hall, a sure sign that Eridan has gathered a crowd to watch, just like he promised. Sollux hadn't expected it to be a bluff, but he'd secretly hoped that maybe it was.]

[Unexpected, though, is Karkat leaning against the wall of the hallway, sickle strapped to his hip and royal court appropriate clothing still looking utterly out of place on his fieldwork-beaten body. Karkat jumps to attention at the approaching footsteps, but his eyes go wide at the sight of his ex-moirail.]

The fuck, Sollux? What the hell are you-- oh no. Oh god no, you're what he's been fucking smirking about all night, what the fuck did you get your scrawny ass--

[Sollux shuts him up with a sharp glare. The last thing he wants is for Karkat to watch this bullshit. He's going to have to hear about it from a shitton of witnesses alread, he doesn't need his best friend to be involved in it. Especially because, for reasons Sollux will never, ever be able to understand, Karkat almost seems to be flushed for the massive asshole who has dragged Sollux into this den of reluctantly returned black attraction.]

Thtay put, KK. Thith ithn't about you.

[Karkat's face twists into rage, but Sollux has known him for too long to miss the pain in his eyes. Karkat is a worrier and he's always been sensitive about their friendship, particularly after their utterly failed moiraillegiance. He's so terrified that Sollux is going to skip off and join the 'ignore Karkat Vantas' club, and it is utterly fucking retarded. Sollux rolls his eyes, which is impossible to actually convey anything with because his eyes are each fully a single color.]

Thtill friendth, moron.

[Sollux doesn't miss the relieved slump to Karkat's posture either, but he doesn't want to stay and comfort the idiot anymore. Right now, he needs to get into the fucking throne room before Eridan brings this bullshit outside. He doesn't give Karkat another glance before making his way down the hallway. Sollux gives only the tiniest hint of hesitation before pushing the door open.]

[Eridan has always enjoyed, sometimes to a point of pointless obsession, having the strings in his hand, the ball in his court, the absolute command of others just at his fingertips. Whatever metaphor could trickle through his thinkpan conveyed exactly the fact of the matter all the same: he had an insatiable appetite for control and, by proxy, recognition for it. He had never been one to shy away from using tiny technicalities to get his way, or to use his theatrical dramatics to manipulate others. He was the Prince of Alternia, born to get his way, and he firmly believed he shouldn't have to use cunning trickery to satisfy his cravings. As it was, though, he'd pulled the culling card too many time to count, threatened more than he praised, and ruled with the settlement of being feared rather than admired by his subjects. No one stood or spoke against Prince Eridan Ampora if they didn't want to be next on the culling block. Those that did, the ones with the guts to, well, he had to keep them around somehow.]

[He raps his fingertips on the solid gold arm rest of his plush-seated throne. He wasn't too different from other trolls; he wanted romance in more than one quadrants, too. He'd let a perfectly black romance slip through his claws, a pale perfection cripple to nothing, a flushcrush go to waste, and many, many infatuations flit away unrequited. It had given him a less than desirable reputation, and at first he loathed it, denied the shit out of it, until he realized one key, important thing: it gave him attention. Everyone knew of his romantic failures, his stretched attempts, his pathetic desperation. How grand would it be to declare his filled quadrants, tell them all that they were wrong for saying it would never happen, that no one would be even the slightest bit involved with him romantically. "He could use a moirail," sure, but Eridan refused to let that quadrant be with him again. He held a bitterness for pale, an aroused craving for black, and thumping, sweet tastes for red. But tonight wasn't the time to pursue his very not-short-term flushed feelings for Karkat Vantas, his personal knight and, even he had to admit, friend. Tonight was for the big ticket quadrant, the one that had to top Vriska Serket (that rarely anyone believed he had in the first place).]

[In the breast pocket of his lavish, velvet vest sat a folded piece of parchment: an official order for the culling of Sollux Captor, ready to be signed by Eridan's royal hand. In black ink, it listed the many, incredulously petty reasons for a mustard-blood to be culled, but only one of them wasn't disputable in Court. Or so Eridan had told Sollux, of course. He'd set this up for months, had his Chief Legislator Terezi Pyrope and his advisor Feferi Peixes sent away on business to the Kingdom of Light. It had been a pre-scheduled trip for the both of them months in advance, and he knew fair well that Terezi would be more than preoccupied to notice the oddity of sending them away together. Feferi, on the other hand, had been willing to observe the Kingdom in his place as he and Rose Lalonde got along worse than poorly. Communication to the two would have been spotty, as per the older Lalonde's, with strange powers like Zahhak, presence around them. This planning went to preserve one lie about one law that was easily believed to still be in place that a troll solely invested in law and order and another troll who knew all the loopwholes could have debunked. While it had been thrown out in their early sweeps, the idea clouded troll society among all castes, and the implication of it was the discarded law which, simply put, commanded all lowbloods who dared "claim" to be in a quadrant with a highblood be culled on the spot, no trial offered. It had been a sketchy, loopholed law in the first place, honestly, and only used when convenient for jealous highbloods.]

[Of course, that wasn't what young trolls of lower classes were told. If Sollux had been a midblood, this might not have worked so well. He being a lowblood, however, his matespritship with Feferi, a highblood of a hue higher than Eridan's, could be declared "unlawful" and thus have sent him to the culling block. Eridan had made this very clear to him, hissed it in his face, yanked the strings he had sewn into Sollux's back. The only thing that could save him was a romantic hate date to be had in the public eye of all those who surrounded Eridan with disbelief and "no way, no how"s. He almost didn't care if they evolved to a proper kismesistude after this; the fact that he'd proven his ability to get some would be enough to tide him over. And, as not so subtly implied, the hate date was to be more of a hate consummation than anything else.]

[Eridan's smirk hasn't left his face the entire night so far. Sometimes it grew into a toothy, vicious grin, but still. He'd picked out his nicest, easiest-to-remove clothes for this, and it left him decorated in violets and golds with thinner rings adorning his fingers. His bladder-based vascular muscle thumps nervously in his air cavity, gill wriggling of their own accord. A foot on his knee, legs far apart, ass planted firmly in the plush cushions of his throne, and back set straight and regal made up Eridan's self-presentation for when the doors would finally open. He's fucking gorgeous and he knows it, and gives no fucks for how many platonically hate him for his overflowing self-confidence in presentations like this. The smirk nearly breaks his face when the door finally opens, and he almost can't speak from the excitement building up. He ceases his tapping, and rubs both arm rests with the pads of his fingers.]

I w'was startin' to think you w'wouldn't show, Sol.

[The sensation of being trapped rolls over Sollux in a wave that makes his skin prickle with the urge to flee. The eyes on him now feel more significant than the frightened bystanders in the hallway-- these people are figuring it out, piecing things together and associating him with this fucking pathetic, disgusting asshole. If Sollux wasn't too busy boiling in utter rage he might notice how much that thought seemed like a declaration of hatred. The psychic power that this suitor for his black quadrant doesn't know of sparks in his fingertips and in the backs of his eyes, but he suppresses it with a firm mental push. He's fucked if he shows his hand this early in Eridan's sick game.]

You hardly gave me a fucking choithe, athhole.

[Sollux spits the words across the room, not eager to put himself into Eridan's range. He can see, in his peripheral vision, a few trolls exchanging amused glances at his lisp and another drop of self hatred mixes into the stew of negative feelings that is this encounter. Fuck them. Fuck Eridan for letting them watch this. Fuck his blood color for getting him into this situation. Fuck everything involved except for Feferi, who was perfect in every way and he is only half doing this to save his own skin. The other half is to save her feelings-- losing a matesprit isn't a pain he wishes on his beloved fish girl.]

Thith is fucking thick, calling me out in front of all thethe people. God, what the fuck ith your deal?

[The hatred rises in his throat and Sollux swallows it down, too unwilling to express it as what it is. The psychic energy is throbbing hard under his skin and he wants to slam Eridan into the wall with it, imagines the wonderful crunch that would fill the room as bones break and the disgusting mockery of Feferi's beautiful blood drips into the cracks between the floor tiles.]

[No time to dwell on that, though, because he has to push past the reluctance to get anywhere near this motherfucker and approach. So he does, holding his head high and holding eye contact with a solid glare as his shoes slap too loudly against the floor.]

[Eridan could grab him now, just reach out from his throne and touch him with those nasty clammy fingers that are somehow deeply repulsive when Feferi's skin is such a similar temperature and just feels soothing against his own. Sollux feels too hot now that he's paying attention to temperature, fire burning in his already alarmingly warm lowblood body.]

[Eridan chuckles, if just to push the jab of pain from the question. He hates that question. He hates it, but he doesn't hate it as much as he can hate someone else. He has to get past the verbal foreplay without breaking, he has to not make this look as forced as it actually is. It's going to be the most fucking consensual hate these blue blood and indigo bloods and, fuck, even green bloods will ever see. His deal, his fucking problem, is that this is his chance to prove himself worthy of being respected, if being gutsy enough to publicly pail with a lowblood is what it might take. He needs this, and will stoop to anything.]

Is that it?

[He moves his leg off its perch on his knee, making fluid care to brush the bottom of his boot against Sollux's leg. They're both lanky and skinny, Sollux sporting his bones more than his muscles, and Eridan the opposite, lean and scrawny as his protein masses may be. He sighs, over dramatic and pointedly, and gets his fingers to work on unbuttoning his vest. He's willing to do that much, is the air he's intending to give off.]

You're gonna hav've to do better than that. Show 'em w'what you'vve got, you filthy,

[first button]

w'worthless,

[followed by the second]

undeserv'vin',

[then the third]

gutterblood.

[and finally the fourth button, and his vest is open and inviting to the tight stretch of the button-down underneath it. Eridan turns his eyes up at Sollux, his smirk turning competitively daring.]

W'whale?

[Sollux feels the muscles around his blue eye twitch behind his glasses. Fuck this asshole. He really thinks this is something he can just play around with. That its a good idea to try to take control from someone who has blown up houses accidentally just by getting mad. It's a massive insult on some primal level that completely ignores all of Sollux's self loathing because what the fuck does it matter if he's pathetic he is better than this fucking nasty thing.]

[Eridan is taller than him, and better built too, even if they match in frames, and it's clear that the high blood has a very incorrect view of their power dynamic. It makes sense, as it's likely that Karkat is the only proper lowblood this fucker deals with and Karkat is useless with the psychic powers thing.]

[But he needs to save that card, keep his glasses on and not let the energy flow into a place where it can be seen. He might be a tiny, indoorsy thing, but he has claws and teeth just the same. For a moment after Eridan issues that ridiculous, over-confident challenge of his, Sollux sizes up his opponent, making a split second decision on how to proceed if he's going to get an upper hand in this. The idea comes to him when he sees what's been exposed by Eridan's showy gesture.]

[This is the part of the story that will catch people's interest when the bystanders, Eridan's precious voyeurs, tell the story later. A yellow blood lunging forward and blatantly digging his nails into a seadweller's gills is shocking on enough levels that the story gets out to half the town overnight. It doesn't help that half the people watching really loved seeing Eridan Ampora bleed.]

I'll thow you what I've fucking got!

[The danger in his voice is a threat that Sollux isn't backing up just yet, but the electricity in the back of his eyes is starting to hurt. If this doesn't work, he won't have a problem taking the next step forward.]

[A screaming pain greatly overrides the initial shock. Eridan chokes, wants to scream but his body is tricking itself into thinking it's lost its source of fucking breathing. It hurts, it hurts so fucking bad, and he knows that more than a few wiggling filaments are dying a bleeding death. He grabs at his throat instinctively, and when the gills along his neck go into unnecessary overdrive long before his internal breathing organs do, he snatches the light fabric scarf from around his neck.]

Fu--!

[His vocalization is locked up, but his glare personifies his rage at the moment. He growls loops the scarf around Sollux's wrists, pulling tight--very fucking tight--even if it only scratches up his gills even more from the abrupt roughness of it. He's never tied a knot so damn fast in his life, and it's sort of a lame one but he's confident the point has been made:]

Don't fuckin' do that again!

[It very obviously scared the shit out of him, and he takes a greedy gulp of air, feeling stupid for letting himself think that it was otherwise impossible.]

[Sollux is a little bit alarmed when the surge of victory comes with something distinctly sexual. The oversized mass of tentacles behind his sheath squirms with interest and he feels angry with them as if they were a separate person. He isn't into Eridan that way, he isn't. His bulge disagrees, and Sollux feels the anger starting to reach a dangerous level. The people watching them who'd been closer to the throne inch away, still staring in utter disbelief that this is actually happening in front of them. The sudden silence that had settled in when Sollux took the first move is gone as quickly as it came, and the murmuring that reaches Karkat out in the hallway changes its tone.]

But ithn't thith what you fucking wanted?

[Sollux's normally nasal voice is sinking down into his chest, a real feral snarl that words don't seem at home in. His hands are bound and it means that this is a real competition that Eridan intends to win. Sollux doesn't intend to let him.]

Next time, you might want to learn what you're fucking with before you try your bullthit!

[Sollux lets go of his mental hold on his psychic energy, and his glasses shatter. The crackling of the two-toned energy is audible throughout the room and Sollux leans in close to Eridan's face to make a noise that is so furious, so animalistic that a servant near the door actually makes a break for it. Sollux has gained a lot of mastery of his powers over the last few sweeps and the ability to be truly vicious isn't one he intends to neglect. He directs the electricity into the roots of Eridan's horns and deep into his undamaged gills and just lets it pulse there, hurting him in places that have probably never even been touched.]

[Eridan's not sure how long he had to process the amount of fear that coursed through him, because it felt like he had absolutely no time at all. The spreading of the crowd, the noise levels altering, everything passed by in a split second for him, and the moment his vision became encased by red and blue and shattering glass he was open-mouth screaming.]

[The pain pulses harshly in his skull, where it's so, so fucking sensitive and the shock in his gills sends them back into intake confusion. He tries to tell himself breathe motherfucker BREATHE but it only gets through half-way, his thinkpan being rattled by the electric shocks just as much as his gills feel like they're being fried. He reaches out, digs his claws deep into Sollux's skinnyfuck arms, and the distraught screaming turns into pained, wounded snarling.]

[He hadn't noticed he shut his eyes, the red and blue blinding him even through his eyelids. Mistake learned from trying to look directly into Sollux's exploding eyes, he squeezes them shut again, and can't process the fact that tears are fighting their way through. He hates hates hates this boy, he hates himself for not knowing, he fucking hates everything because this is entirely his fault and he knows it. Sure, big talk and bragging about how he could handle everything, but this wasn't expected, not this level of psychic energy and chaotic control over it.]

[The attempt to talk wretches out a choked sobsnarl instead from him. He can't even have a last word, fuck fuck fuck. In a way, though, this is better than he expected. This is hate, it's so black and damn personal that Eridan clings to every bit of romance he can claw his way to in it. He'll worry about fighting back in a minute, he needs this to last a bit longer, let him stew in this stupid fucking pain, let the crowd see that this boy really does hate him, it's not for fucking show.]

[Ignoring screaming has never been Karkat's strong point. Particularly because, you know, his whole job is to keep the prince from making that noise. He'd felt the dread creeping into his bones when whatever the fuck was going down in that room had made everyone shut up, and he'd gone so tense it made his stomach hurt when Sollux had shouted with rage, but Eridan in pain? That's a noise that his very soul responds to. Someone he pities in the reddest of ways is in serious pain.]

[He draws his weapon more out of habit and instinct than actual willingness to use it as he bolts. Karkat may pity Eridan, may care for him in a way that is, frankly, very embarrassing, but the idea of willingly drawing Sollux's blood is a nauseating one. The door opening only attracts the attention of the people closest to it, everyone else far too absorbed in what is going on on the throne to care who has joined them or left them. Karkat feels his brain shut down and restart at what he actually finds himself staring at. Sollux is tied up, halfway in Eridan's lap and surging with psychic power, which Karkat has seen enough of to trace it to where he's using it. Gills. Horns. God, it's sick, it's beyond hate and into torture, like the extremists in his black romance novels that take it too far.]

Sollux!

[Karkat doesn't have enough wits left over to care that his voice is cracking and frantic and so fucking obviously panicked. The familiar tone is enough to snap Sollux out of his concentration, and the yellow blood impulsively turns his head to look at his best friend. The psychic pressure on Eridan lets go completely for a moment and Karkat visibly relaxes, in spite of his skyrocketing stress.]

Fuck off, KK, he detherveth it!

[Sollux's eyes are still glowing, and he turns his attention back to Eridan quickly to prevent him from getting the upper hand. It isn't hard to use a blanket of energy to pin Eridan back into his throne and viciously bite down into where Eridan's shoulder meets his neck, not stopping until broken skin hits gums. He takes sick pleasure in realizing he cut right through the bottom most gill on this side of Eridan's neck, probably damaged it permanently and certainly did when he tears his teeth away without care. His mouth tastes intensely like blood and he's dully aware of the fact that his bone bulge is squirming against his underwear, whole body burning with black lust. He hadn't gone into this wanting it to go this way, and he's still not sure this is a good idea, but for the moment, Sollux just does not give a shit.]

Fuck, no, god, Sollux, too far, stop it, stop it!

[Karkat realizes that people are staring at him now, trying to figure out if he's auspicitizing or just a fucking wuss, because Karkat is shaking and doesn't even seem aware of himself as he runs to his flushcrush's side, blushing so hard from his too-fast heartbeat that his whole face is tinged red.]

[Dizziness that feels too much like nausea consumes Eridan when the energy's gone, when all the mind-numbing pain is gone. His skull throbs harder, to the point where he's convince his bones are literally throbbing, the pain crawling with ice picks up his horns. Gills shocked into a near-paralyzed state, he has to manually make himself breathe, take deep, gulping breaths and there's noise, so much noise in his head. Rage and hate is ringing in his head, bouncing off the walls, stabbing into his brain. The sensation is too much, he almost faints but he can hear Karkat, just a bit, beyond all the inner-head racket, and nothing can make him realize that he's sobbing and that his hands are shaking around Sollux's arms.]

[It lasts for all of maybe a few seconds before he's stuck against his will to his goddamn throne, and his throat running raw from all the screaming and crying he's been doing. This wasn't part of plan, it wasn't, it's starting to crumble on him now in the face of this raging fucking lowblood. He suddenly can't breathe as well through his gills, which, given the previous moments, isn't too odd only this isn't in his head. The gill above it is working, fuck, why isn't--fuck fuck fuck fuck. His mind his really failing at letting him panic properly, but it's working enough for the idea that Sollux at least recognizes something about him, that he deserves something, even if it's all this fuckery, and god does he hate him for thinking he has the damn right to decide that.]

[He's honestly not sure if his bulge has been moving like this the entire time, because as he's recovering from the psychic attack, he's starting to have more feeling in places; the burning around his eyes, the oh god ow of all his gills, and fuck he is definitely turned on, yep. He sobs again, involuntarily.]

Bastard.

[Karkat is now in his line of vision, fucking finally, and he wants to grab him and make him make him feel better. This isn't part of the plan, not at all, but Eridan's hatched a new one and fuck it's got to work. More so after his head stops buzzing, which is getting better, and once he figures out if his bulge is reaching for Sollux's black, black advances or Karkat's pretty blatantly red concerns. Or, fuck, both, because that's the new plan, why prove he can have one when there are two right here, right fucking now.]

Kar--w'we're hav'vin' a moment, fuck...

[He sobs, though, purple tears far more translucent than the purple blood all but gushing in spurts from his gill wound. The action itself is out of his control, but the intensity of it isn't.]

[Eridan is crying and Sollux is making a real effort to sear this into his memory forever. All thoughts of this being inappropriate, of not wanting to be into Eridan in any quadrant are gone, washed away by a mouthful of purple blood. Suddenly this is his conquest, not Eridan's, and everyone watching is free to bare witness to a commoner putting their prince into the place he actually deserves.]

[Karkat, on the other hand, is buzzing with anxious energy and frantic to get out of here and bring Eridan with him. It's an impulse that probably belongs more to the pale quadrants, the urge to pull someone he pities out of the way of their own bad decisions. But that's something he shares with Kanaya-- he presses pale overtones into every quadrant and every friendship much the way she gazes over every relationship in her life with auspicizism.]

[Karkat shoves Sollux out of Eridan's neck without really sparing a thought for how those stupid lisping teeth will drag on their way out. He's not thinking about what he's interfering with or what people are going to say about him, he's just desperately trying to get the troll he pities most out of harm's way. He presses up against Eridan's chest, not caring about the hip he's jabbing into his best friend's thigh in the process. With one hand he covers up the wound Sollux just ripped into Eridan's shoulder and the other he tucks around behind Eridan's neck, leaning in close as if trying to block him out to everyone in the room.]

Hey, hey, breathe, it's okay.

[God, he pities this troll, he pities him so fucking much. His hands are trembling. But what the fuck does Karkat care if he's shaken, what matters right now is his bleeding potential matesprit. He kisses Eridan just below his eye and strokes the fine hairs at the back of his neck with gentle fingers.]

KK. Fuck. Off.

[Sollux feels more than a little bit disgusted by watching his friend ooze red pity all over his kismesis. He's winning and Karkat will not get in his way. Karkat turns his head so sharply to glare at Sollux that his neck cracks.]

You fucking asshole, you bit right into his fucking gills! This isn't blackrom, this is torture!

[Sollux laughs, but he doesn't sound amused. He sounds almost as vicious in that noise as he had when he screamed a moment ago. He can't use his hands so he uses a shock of blue energy to pull Karkat's hand away from it's place trying to shield Eridan's wound and presses it into the front of Eridan's ridiculously expensive pants. Karkat jumps in surprise, particularly when he realizes that, yes, there are tentacles squirming behind the fabric. This isn't how he'd imagined his first contact with his flush crush's bulge, not in any way shape or form.]

He fucking liketh it, KK.

[Karkat swallows shakily and looks between Eridan and Sollux for a long moment before turning back to Sollux with a firm expression.]

I'm not leaving, fuckass, you'll kill him.

[Sollux growls and wraps the psychic energy around Karkat's nubby little horns and squeezes. It's not the pain-shock he'd been pumping into the nerves in Eridan's horns, but a distinctly sexual caress. Karkat's insides squirm with interest even as his mind pulls back in utter horror.]

Do you know what you're thigning up for, KK?

[Karkat's whole body is trembling with fear and revulsion, but. But there is purple blood on his fingers and matching tears on Eridan's face, and he won't leave him. He nods.]

[Eridan's not really listening to their conversation anymore at this point, letting, instead, his eyes fall shut with the caresses Karkat is gracing him with. It's a harsh contrast that happens quickly, and Eridan isn't repulsed at all by how much he enjoys it. A hateful slice of his neck followed by gentle pitying touches and a kiss was suddenly more than amazing. Then oh--oh god what is happening, Karkat wouldn't be that forward this early on in their non-existent relationship--]

[His eyes open and there's blue energy around Karkat's arm, and it clicks. He shamelessly rolls his bulge into Karkat's hand, exhaling heavily, on the verge of moaning. His bulge isn't satisfied with some groping through the fabric, not at all. The tentacles press and push toward Karkat's palm, as neither they nor Eridan care that the groping isn't of Karkat's volition. Eridan rubs away a string of tears from his face, nudging his glasses up as does.]

Fuckin' shut up an' stop stallin', fuck...

[His head rolls to the side, and he makes eye contact with a string of onlooking trolls. He repeats the motion for the other side, reminding himself of what was at stake for him, here. He lolls his head back rest facing Sollux and Karkat, baring his teeth in a smirk he wants ripped away from him then kissed all better. One hand claws at Karkat's pants, the other hooking around the scarf bindings around Sollux's wrists.]

Both'a you.

[Karkat feels a sinking feeling in his stomach when he realizes what Eridan is looking at. He can't back out of this, he can't, Sollux would do horrible things to Eridan, maybe cripple him if his focus on the gills was any indication. But people are watching. So many people are watching. The dread makes him feel sick to his stomach and cold all over, and there's no way out. As if in a sick turnaround of his desire to save Eridan's method of getting oxygen into his blood, Karkat is finding it suddenly hard to breathe. His eyes are watering, but he blinks it away, not wanting to make this worse before the inevitable complete breakdown happens.]

[Sollux watches Karkat's face for a moment lets the rage that comes with it sink in. This protectiveness is Eridan's fault as much as anything else is, reason to be angry and want to rip his insides out for all to see. This asshole took Gamzee and Karkat away and then corrupted Sollux's best friend with red pity that doesn't belong to him, and he will be punished for it. Sollux wants to scream again when he sees how hard Karkat's hands are shaking as his eyes dart around the room. Sollux is more concerned with making Eridan pay, but if Sollux was insecure about his body, then Karkat needed a new word to describe about how he felt about his body. He hates the raw vulnerability in Karkat's eyes as he tenderly reaches up to touch Eridan's face, looking sick.]

Does... D-does anyone have a bucket?

[For a brief moment, Sollux is afraid Karkat is just going to throw up all over the floor from the stress of having to say that word. Out of everyone Sollux knows, his best friend has always been the one most terrified of sex and buckets seem to be the biggest part of this. Sollux doesn't know how it started, if it's part of the natural fear of drones or something his lusus taught him or what, but Karkat is terrified of buckets.]

[Of course, thinking about this is enough to make Sollux realize the inherent problem here. Buckets typically only hold enough genetic material to handle two trolls. The sick idea comes to him in a rush-- of course, his and Karkat's dignity are the important ones here, so the bucket Sollux knows Eridan keep hidden behind his throne(thank you, Feferi Peixes, you wonderful girl) will obviously be for them. The sadism of it probably shows in his face as he uses a shock of psychic energy to pull the bucket out from behind the throne.]

Your thick fuck of a matethprit keepth one here.

[Sollux can see the horror dawning in Karkat's eyes at the sight of it, and wonders if his friend is thinking about all the times he's stood feet from this bucket while on duty. It's highly likely.]

[Eridan sees the horror in Karkat's face belatedly, his mind rolling in the prospect of bucket-filling, bulges entangling, and god he is so sexually frustrated. He notices it when he touches him, and looks into his eyes and oh. Oh, this poor little lowblood, wonderful and loyal knight of his. He understands Karkat's body image far less than Sollux, and can hardly empathize.]

[He cringes at the sniggers that sprinkle throughout the room. Oh, the Prince, so desperate and horny he keeps a bucket nearby at all times. So alone with no one to fill it with, it wouldn't be a surprise if it was stained that despicable violet, now would it? He would, wouldn't he? Sick fuck, sick, sick fuck. He glowers at Sollux, both shrinking in fear and apprehension from that look on his face and puffing his chest, flaring his earfins defensively. The only way he could have known that was through Fef, and Eridan is not about to blame her for that, so the boiling anger from the byproduct humiliation is shot at the mustardblood all but hovering over him.]

[But there is still a potential matesprit half on his lap, touching his face, doing this for him, his rotten, pathetic self, and he has to return the favor somehow. He sneaks a hand into Karkat's hair, the one previously scratching at his pants, and looks him in the eye through smudged lenses and bubbling tears.]

Shh...calm your glubbin' gills, Kar. You look so fuckin' scared. How do you ev'ven manage that, it's...

[He pulls Karkat's head toward him and leans up to meet him halfway, kissing him with tears in his mouth and as intense as his energy supply will manage. It's a desperate mixture of a desire to comfort and provoke, and kissing Karkat like this wasn't what he expected it would be. He'd wanted something more--well, okay, this was pretty romantic in its own twisted, sick way, he supposed; being turned on by that look had to earn itself some award for fucked-up, and he's sure his bulge would be squirming more if he were crying, too. His claws scratch a little at the base of Karkat's neck and he pulls away, making quick and frantic glances toward the bucket hovering for everyone to see and snicker at.]

[Addressing Sollux with the hate he felt earlier is a difficult switch. He's still scared, so fucking scared, of the crackling red and blue. Right now is some kind of in-between stage, the foreplay, where a slice of his repertoire has been revealed and he knows--well, okay, he's really just making pessimistic, near-hopeless guesses that Sollux has more severity that he's yet to reveal. It's exciting and terrifying on levels Eridan has to appreciate on some grounds. He looks up at him with wide eyes, and the shaking in them doesn't match the firm tone of his naturally wavy voice.]

His sick fuck'a a'matesprit is just alw'ways prepared, Sol.

[The tight clench onto Sollux's bindings is a hard one to miss.]

[Karkat melts into the kiss, quite deliberately. He can't escape this moment, but he can lose himself in it, and that's what he fully intends to do. He squeezes his eyes shut and covers Eridan's gills with gentle fingers, a gesture that is deeply protective and entirely foolish. Sollux's powers will have no problems getting past shaky fingers, but he still has to try, it feels like some kind of biological imperative. The pheromones in the air are confusing Karkat's receptors something awful, but troll bodies respond to an onslaught of black and red pheromones the same way, so even as the conflict causes a further jolt of discomfort and fear, Karkat's sheath opens in little increments. The noise he makes in the back of his throat when Eridan pulls out of the kiss is one of simultaneous misery and arousal, and that's so embarrassing he sorta wants to die.]

[Sollux smirks boldly, feeling deeply empowered by the knowledge of how he's going to end this encounter. The idea of his genetic material swirling in with Karkat's isn't a particularly arousing one, but making Eridan watch and come all over that fucking throne of his is one of the most sexually stimulating thoughts he's ever had. He drops the bucket down on the floor in between the mess of feet in front of the throne, letting it make a loud metallic noise that makes Karkat moan again, that same combination of dread and fuck-me. The inside of the bucket clearly only shows Eridan's blood coloration, and that's hilarious.]

In cathe you can't make it all the way to your room when you theduthe yourthelf?

[He's sneering at him over Karkat's head, trying to ignore the shaking reddish fingers protecting Eridan's neck. His terrified ex-moirail was not part of the plan, although it now seems that he's an integral part of the proceedings. Might as well get this party started.]

[Karkat yelps, startled, when Sollux's psychic powers abruptly strip him of his pants and underwear. The room is cold enough that it's a shock on its own, and would be even if thick red tentacles weren't suddenly pressed into Eridan's pants. He groans, stupidly concerned about leaving a stain, before remembering all of the people in this room and finally overflowing with tears. He quietly sobs into Eridan's cheek, which he mindlessly pressed his face into. The noise changes abruptly when Sollux does the same thing with Eridan's pants and his bulge suddenly has another to entangle with. He makes a noise that is basically a wordless shout, and his tentacles determinedly throb along with his heartbeat. Before he can even fully react, he finds himself shoved forward, and he instinctively grabs Eridan's horns to steady himself.]

[The gesture annoys Sollux, who had intended to put Karkat into a better position, not to get him to pleasure Eridan. The positioning worked, at least, and Sollux, who had taken off his own clothing below the waist while Karkat was distracted, leans over Karkat's back, tentacles searching between the red blood's legs for his nook and squirming with pleasure when Karkat moans at the contact.]

Fuck!

[Eridan can't take Karkat's fucking noises, christ. He's going to come before the party even starts if his knight keeps that up. He can't say he never pegged Karkat for being noisy, but having the reality of it all up in his hearing range was far different than his fantasies. He kisses Karkat's jaw then the bucket drops, because no way in hell he's going to interrupt that moan, dear cod. He's almost too busy applying wet, heavy kisses to his face that he nearly forgets to respond to Sollux's taunt. He pops off Karkat's cheek and flips Sollux two middle fingers, ringed and sparkling in the light.]

Shut the fuck up, Sol. It's none'a your cod-damned business. An' as far as your life is concerned, you shouldn't be one to fuckin' talk.

[The letter in his breast pocket weighs heavily in his minimal sense of advantage. Karkat doesn't know what's going on, or what prompted this, but Sollux does and he has every right to be viciously hissed a reminder of that. He scoffs, then settles back into the piteous comfort of Karkat's shaky protection. It's so sweet and red he feels emotional whiplash. When he interacts with Sollux, he just feels hate, and with Karkat it's the reddest of pities. He moans excitedly when Karkat's bulge presses against his pants, but god, god when their bulges entwine and pulse against each other and--]

Fuck!

[Eridan moans, there is no goddamn stopping that. His bulge tightens around Karkat's with the shock of pleasure throbbing down through his skull to his every being. It's a much different feeling than the nigh-lethal shocks Sollux had been shooting into him. He groans and pants, and is only partially aware that his gills have been exposed to the world and Sollux yet again. One of his tentacles brushes against another that's notably a bit warmer than Karkat's, and with Karkat's explicative he has to assume it's Sollux's. God, Sollux was in Karkat's nook, and Eridan growls hatefully when he realizes that. Yeah, he wanted this, but he's also growing possessive over Karkat.]

[But, hey, the show must go on. He latches onto Karkat's mouth, open-mouthed and shoving his tongue right into the pointy-toothed fray. He grabs Karkat's ass and pulls him further into his lap while spreading him for expanded access to his nook. One of the longer of his tentacles squirms into Karkat's nook and against Sollux's bulge, though it's a bit of a stretch, especially when the rest of his bulge is far more interested in wrapping and tangling with Karkat's. He moans into Karkat's mouth, and then abandons it to gnaw and suck on his neck. He also mumbles, low and right against Karkat's flesh.]

You're so fuckin' good, Kar, you're doin' so great, cod, you poor thing.

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AU ===> KINGDOMS <=== HOMESTUCK

You're a parasitic, psycho, filthy creature || No celestial body could compare to you

little darling wwelcome to the showw => youre a failure played in stereo

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