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It had been about a sweep since Gamzee had hidden himself fully away from the view of the others. He'd only pestered Terezi on occasion, when he was feeling particularly caliginous, but that wasn't any substitute for good old-fashioned contact.

Things had gotten weird, even by highblood clown standards. Gamzee had stayed off to one side of the meteor, while most of the rest of the group stayed together on the other side. Only on rare occasion did he bother to sneak back to get something to eat. And that's what he was doing just then. He knew their schedules well enough that he knew to stay away from certain parts of the meteor at certain times, and knew that after everybody retired for bed, it wasn't so hard to sneak in and alchemize himself some shit to bring back with him.

He dropped silently into the main room from the vents, squinting down the long hall before sneaking over to the alchemeter. He was certain that the rest of the survivors weren't going to bother him. He'd have enough food to last him a long while in just a few minutes, and then he'd not have to worry about being bothered by anybody.

Or to bother anybody. That was the real problem. He didn't want anyone to look at him like they looked when they spoke about him. Disappointed. Hatred. Disgust. He didn't want to destroy anybody.

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"Shit's different in motherfuckin' visuals, but whatever, you go on ahead and be runnin' that motherfuckin' game, bro." Gamzee flopped back down and snagged the bottle of soda. "Why you gettin' hard up for porn, anyhow? Ain't like you got any mothefuckin' mates or nothin', 'specially on the human end of the spectrum. Got your pure and righteous on real thick."

He shrugged to that. "Not like I got much to say to it, myownself."

"Exactly, I ain't got any motherfuckin' mate, and my hand's gettin' real old real fast, bro." Opening his sylladex, he made sure to toggle the forceful eject so that shit would simply fall into his hands rather than being jettisoned into the wall. He set a bottle of orange soda aside to calm down rather than splattering all over him, and re-captchaloged everything he had sitting out so it wasn't in the way. "Anyway, pop this shit in. Let's go about this from a purely intelletual standpoint. Get my learning in about troll junk that ain't teal."

"Pssh, ain't even hung," Gamzee said as he rolled off the floor into a standing position. "Shit, I know I ain't one to be motherfuckin' picky, but still." He took out the movie and set it aside to put the porn in, amused by the choice in flicks. Before he started it, however, he pulled a pile of pillows out of his sylladex and dropped them onto the floor so he could sprawl comfortably as well, with room to spare for Dave.

As it started, he took a swig of soda, and raised a brow to Dave. "I seen this too many times, it don't do it for me, but whatever."

"Bet you've seen all your shit too many times to really be fazed by it, huh." Dave glanced over at Gamzee then took up his own sprawl across half of the pile, his legs stretched out along the floor. He uncapped his soda and took a swallow then gestured for Gamzee to start it rolling.

At first it looked just like any human porn, sans nipple play, though in its place was some slightly awkward-looking fondling of grubscars. "Come on man, ain't that shit ticklish as hell?" He knew Karkat would make the highest-pitched noise and threaten to gnaw his hands off if he got anywhere near the guy's ribs, and Terezi collapsed in a gigglefit if she was poked just right.

"Some people think it feels real good. Not everybody's motherfuckin' ticklish. Some people got it where it's a motherfuckin' kink to get tickled." He didn't bother saying that his own was more to the tune of sexually sensitive than ticklish, and he pointed up at the screen. "See, some motherfuckers get the shit pierced, makes 'em less sensitive. Now see, that shit's hot though, the bitin' shit. If you can do it and not break skin? Shit's pretty motherfuckin' talented, 'specially for this motherfucker's grill. You see that shit? Sharp as hell."

"Bet you can't even think about puttin' your mouth on shit without worryin' about it ending up punctured," Dave mused, looking around at Gamzee's teeth and wondering just how that would feel on any given part of his anatomy. He would admit to being a sadomasochist if he was asked the right questions, and that was making the masochistic side a little twitchy. "Looks like some straight up human bellydancer shit, though. The piercings," he said as he watched the more feminine-looking troll starting to flick deft fingers across the folds of her partner's nook.

"Top ones aren't as sharp as the bottom ones," Gamzee said as he offered a toothy grin to prove it. As he closed his mouth, he kept an eye on Dave, on the way he held himself. "Ain't ever had a motherfuckin' need get my gentle on with my fangs, motherfucker. Probably would wind up rendin' any motherfucker who wanted my mouth on 'em." He shrugged to that then sighed, pointing up at the screen. "Shit goes too fast, gets real motherfuckin' deep into it real quick. Where the fuck is all the detail? The fuck did all that foreplay get to? Shit, you can't just be all up in some motherfucker's nook that quick. The fuck, man. Porn is motherfuckin' stupid."

"Porn ain't ever meant to be real sensual, just action made to get the viewer off. Those people doin' that shit on camera, they're used to it, and they go all these fuckin' takes so it's longer for them than it ever is in the finished product. Bet they get bored of all that after a while. Go into the business thinking shit yeah, all the sex I could ever want, then comin' out like ok now I'm bored as fuck, where's the variety?" He recalled a few things his Bro had told him about the business, which he'd decided he didn't really want to get into. If he wanted sex, he wasn't going about it that way. "So what's your idea of a good time then, huh? Since you like that foreplay shit."

"Regardin' red shit? Well, it ain't so motherfuckin' much. Sure, it's a little messy, but what ain't?" He shrugged and looked over at Dave, brow arched. "Fuckin' love to grind. Don't even gotta get outta anythin' to get off. Penetration ain't necessary, don't even gotta get your motherfuckin' bulge out to get what you want that way. But it ain't seen in porn, 'cept the real dirty shit, 'cause it wastes fluid. If it don't fill pails, it's motherfuckin' taboo, know what I'm sayin', bro?" He smirked at that and took another swig of his drink. "S'the shit I like."

"Ain't really worth it if someone doesn't end up sticky," Dave shrugged, watching Gamzee as he talked. He nodded languidly, his head rolling some on his neck. "Right, I gotcha. Gotta wonder what they do with troll porn material. Unless all these people are concupiscent like that, which I'm not too sure I believe. I mean yeah there are porn stars with good chemistry, but being actual lovers? Kinda doubt it. So that'd fall under waste of material too unless it does get used." He smiled faintly and looked back at the video and the streaks of blue running down the smaller troll's wrist.

"Porn actors get a free pass, 'cause they doin' a motherfuckin' public service. Gets motherfuckers in the mood so the drones don't gotta rain holy hell on the public. Sure, they still gotta do the obligatory fill, but it ain't on camera. Shit ain't viable. There's niche markets, real pail fillin' homegrown shit, shit that shows just nookplay, chutefuckin' stuff too. But what we got in right now's pretty motherfuckin' run of the mill." He turned more fully to Dave and smirked. "But I ain't down with none of that. Well, maybe the nookplay shit, it's real motherfuckin' good to get the little bitch to get all bloated and unfinished and dazed for an hour. But the real good shit, the best shit? Draws out the dirty shit. Makes a motherfuckin' sport of it."

"Yeah, 'rezi's pretty vanilla as far as all that's concerned and while that's all well and good, gets old after the initial 'oh shit there's a tentacle there', at least on my end. Seen one dick, you've seen 'em all really, and I'm guessin' it's about the same where bulge in concerned, just in more colors. So what, you said you like that grinding shit, that can't be all, 'specially if the rest of what you're spinnin' for me's anything to judge by. Probably be real disappointed by humans, we don't got much to give unless we get injections first and that shit's just painful, ain't worth it." Shrugging a shoulder, Dave sat up and took a few swallows of his soda then capped it and put it aside, stretching out again on the pile with his arms under his head. "Could probably do a motherfucker's nook some favors though. Been told I'm pretty alright with that, though I dunno how much I trust the source on that."

Gamzee's brows both raised at Dave's question, and he shrugged at that after smirking slyly. "Dunno. Don't really up to gettin' my toes dipped in to what all I ever wanted to try. Like you says, bro, Tersis ain't real down with some shit I like, and the shit she all be wants to doin', that shit's straight up nasty." With a comical wrinkle of his nose, he shrugged and scratched his ribs. "Bitch likes some weird motherfuckin' shit. There are some motherfuckin' places tongues ain't s'posed to be," he muttered, and then looked Dave over again.

Immediately Dave grimaced, rubbing his fingers into his eyes at the phantom sensations and shuddering a bit. "Yeah, no, that's not shit I'm doing again. Anyone ever gets it in their head to do that to me again, I'm gettin' up, grabbin' my shit and walkin'." He switched tracks though and reached over to poke at Gamzee's grubscars again. "Ok so you're not ticklish. I'm not really either, not anywhere anyone'd think to poke at. Makes shit easier. You got somethin' you wanna try, ain't no shame in goin' for it, you got someone you trust for that shit. That's an invaluable thing to have right there."

"Figgered that was what you was up and insinuatin'," Gamzee muttered, the dark color rising in his cheeks underneath the paint at the poke, just before he reached over to pull Dave close to him, just close enough to slide his way over and settle himself astride Dave's legs. As he got comfortable, he brought his long fingers over the human's wrists and moved them to the grub scars that were on his torso. "You know how you got your motherfuckin' gentleness on with your turntables, bro? Real easy, but firm? That's how to be gettin' down with this shit. Pokin' ain't gonna do nothin'. Be like me pokin' them nubs you got on your chest."

"My nipples have been poked enough since I got here," Dave huffed, stretching his legs out a bit more comfortably then running his hands up to rest at Gamzee's sides, his fingers scratching between the other's grubscars. He pulled Gamzee just a little closer, his brow arching up a bit at the temperature difference now that it was that much more obvious with the coolness of the body between his hands. He couldn't imagine that would feel all that great on his dick, especially if his feelings regarding Terezi's temperature were anything to judge by.

"Real motherfuckin' warm," Gamzee pointed out, before arching into the scratches, and then leaned over Dave. He leaned down further to press his lips firmly against Dave's neck, before he let his chilly, overlong tongue pass over it. "Fuckin' love that heat, holy shit. All y'all humans run hotter than any motherfucker up here." He whispered into Dave's ear as he rolled his hips forward. "I'm up for basically anythin' too, you get whatever you wanna in on this shit, I know you prob'ly been holdin' back, since we both know how the teal bitch be."

Dave's head tipped up to stretch out his neck and give Gamzee more room to harass his neck. He shuddered a little at the cold trail of saliva on his skin, eyes closing and brow knitting. "Shit, man, I don't even fuckin' know, you do shit til I say stop. Ain't exactly go room to be picky or anything," he muttered, his hips pushing up into Gamzee's in return, putting pressure on his groin and rubbing up along the outer folds of Gamzee's nook through his pants.

Gamzee's eyes widened slightly at the feeling of the human's half-stock against him through the layers. He wasn't sure what it was, but it was certainly no bulge. He knew, through hearsay and Terezi's accounts, that the human equivalent was always out and stationary for the most part, but it felt more like a thin arm between his legs rather than any motherfucking bulge. He ground against it again with a more serious look on his face, just to size it up, to feel it against him without reaching down between them to use his hands.

"Reeeal interestin'," he purred as he brought his lips across Dave's, not to kiss, but to tease. "Shame I be hearin' you ain't got a nook. Coulda fucked that real good." The tone to his voice took a darker edge as he talked dirty, but he kept himself at bay. This was straight up just for exploratory purposes.

"Dunno how much I'd want that shit actually," Dave murmured, one of his hands moving down to Gamzee's hip and pulling him down at the same time that he pushed up again, giving Gamzee the chance to feel the growing shape through the layers of their clothes. "Heard you talkin' about chutes before, figure you'd go for that." Of course, that would only last until he actually saw what he would be working with, Dave was certain. Chutes were universal as far as he had seen, and he highly doubted that anyone short of a veteran of anal sex would come near what he was packing with any orifice.

But it wouldn't hurt to put it out there, right?

"Shit, bro," Gamzee said with a huffing chuckle against Dave's jaw, "You won't be wantin' me anywhere near yours, but I ain't gonna turn that shit down, myself. Probably gonna want at my nook first, once we good and ready for that." He wasn't, for the moment, still enjoying the grind and friction as he bowed down to his elbows to roll his hips fluidly with a quiet shudder of breath.

"See what we's workin' with before we come to any sort of decision either way." As he spoke he could tell - with the chemical grape smell rising - that he'd leaked through his boxers and pants already. That, in itself, gave him reason to let out another low chuckle.

"Gonna wanna see that shit you got. Ain't never up 'n' seen a human naked."

"Probably kill my boner gettin' up in your cold shit," Dave snorted as he ran the hand on Gamzee's hip around to rest on his ass, pulling him into each slow roll as the color crept up along his cheeks and ears and over the bridge of his nose. He licked his lips at the smell wafting up between them, suddenly wanting some of Gamzee's grape soda. "Hold still a minute," he muttered as he pulled his hands back, hooking his thumbs over the waistband of his pants and pulling them down just enough to let the still, warm air onto his cock.

Gamzee did as asked, if only because he wanted a sneak peek at what he was working with. What he saw was odd to him, but no less arousing. "Sucks you ain't down with the shit I'm offerin'. Least I ain't tepid room temperature shit. Ain't like fuckin' a corpse or nothin'." He scooted down just enough to inch his own pants down, pushing them off his ass then down to his knees, slipping them off to be rid of the purple-stained boxers and pants.

"But I heard shit about cold showers and how they fuck your shit up. So it might be a wash."

"Some people are into the cold shit, but it ain't really my thing," Dave shrugged and ran his hands along Gamzee's thighs, moving up just enough to let the head of his erection run over the slick, cool flesh. In spite of the cold, it was still arousing and he let out a shuddering breath through his nose. "Better'n the lukewarm shit though, you got that right. Don't wanna feel like I'm fuckin' a tube of toohpaste."

"Fuckin' hell," Gamzee hissed, bowing back down over Dave, resting back onto his elbows, his head bowed forward as far as his horns could let him as his lips rested on the human's shoulder. "Not gonna take much to get my bulge out the way you's doin'." He reached down to brush his fingertips over the head of Dave's erection, and then gripped firmly down on his shaft, giving a pump as he brushed the folds of his nook over what his fingers didn't reach.

"You be all motherfuckin' used to Terezi. Shit, you might even be thinkin' twice if you get a look at what I got. Dunno if I wanna be doin' this, just for you to get your nope on right away."