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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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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."

"Look at me man, you think I'm just gonna shove you off and go find a shower just because your junk's different? Come on," Dave chuckled as he moved to adjust how Gamzee was stroking him, thrusting up into his fist and rubbing up along his nook. He pushed his cheek against the side of the other's head, glancing down at the tapered ear and its proto-rays.

Gamzee let out a low huff of breath, and moved his own hips to get a couple of thrusts closer to his sheath, and soon, the tip of his bulge slipped out, catching against the tip of Dave's cock. It didn't take much more for him to slip out fully, the slickness of his bulge easing around Dave's erection, wrapping around it not once, but twice, before he slipped his hand away and put it beside Dave's shoulder.

It was obvious that his was far more ridged than Terezi's bulge, going so far as to have somewhat firm spikes nearer his base at the ridges. They had give, and weren't sharp, but they gave a far more intimidating look to his bulge. It was longer and wider at the base by double, and as he opened his eyes to look between them, he let out a soft groan.

"Shit, that shit of yours looks real motherfuckin' good in indigo."

When Gamzee was coiled around him, he had a good chance to take a long look at what he was dealing with. It looked like it could possibly tear him off at the root, if Gamzee went into a rage on him. As it stood, that didn't seem likely, and rather than recoiling from the cold, strong grip, Dave leaned up against Gamzee with one hand holding him up, the other one wrapping around them both.

"Just gonna say it now, you plan on puttin' that shit in me, you better be ready to take a while on prep or it ain't gonna work," he muttered into the other's ear then bit gently on the top of it.

With a chuckle that bubbled up from deep in his chest, Gamzee sat back up and pulsed his bulge up against Dave's erection and hand, his hips faintly rolling to brush against the other's base and balls with his nook. "Ain't doin' nothin' you can't deal with, motherfucker. Ain't doin' this just 'cause we can, neither." But he figured Dave would have figured that out by now.

"Fuckin' hell, that heat." It was enough to send shivers up his spine.

"Then we keep goin' til we feel like stoppin'." Smiling faintly, Dave sat up and hooked one hand under Gamzee's knee, then ran it down along his thigh to grip at the lean muscle of his ass. The other hand remained around the two of them, pumping slowly in counterpoint to the thrust of his hips. He huffed against Gamzee's shoulder and nosed against the side of his throat, his hips bucking up a little bit harder to get more of that cool, slippery skin pressed up against him.

With a huff, Gamzee managed to slither the tip of his bulge down away from Dave's grip, setting it on a course south. He smirked as he brushed his protruding fangs against the lobe of Dave's ear, and rumbled, "Don't gotta be gentle at me. Mark me up. Make up for the color you fuckin' lack." He ground up against Dave again and teased against the other's asshole with the tip of his bulge, simply flicking the tip against it, chuckling quietly as he moved his mouth down to very pointedly prove himself wrong, nipping the other's neck without leaving a mark.

Dave's grin against the side of Gamzee's neck opened up and he bit down on the lobe of the other's ear. He nearly recoiled from the touch against his ass but then settled down again, one hand dipping between them and wrapping around the base of the other's bulge and squeezing down on it. "Feels like grabbin' hold of a fuckin' octopus," he muttered, his eyes flicking downward to watch the deep purple muscle writhing in his hand.

Gamzee let out a low growl and rolled his hips forward while he moved his bulge up to tighten down against Dave's hand. "Less suckers," he purred, as he slipped it back towards Dave's ass again, only to tease some more. He brought his hand up around Dave's erection, giving it an experimental pump, before releasing it and guiding Dave's fingers down to the ridges at the base of his bulge.

"Fuckin' tease 'em at the crease, bro. Feels real good." He dipped his head back down to trace a trail against Dave's collarbone with his long tongue.

"Bet those claws feel real good right there," Dave muttered as he followed Gamzee's directions, wrapping his hand around to hook his fingers under Gamzee's bulge to rub the tips of his fingers into the creases between the ridges of the other's bulge. He took Gamzee's hand and guided it to grip just a certain way, pulling back the foreskin bunched around the head of his dick. He licked his lips as his hips bucked up into the highblood's hand.

"Your fingers feel better," Gamzee huffed, looking down at what he was guided to do, before tightening his grip just a little more, watching the darker red of Dave's erection's head move up through his grip. "Shit's hypnotic as fuck, dude," he hissed, slipping his bulge away to wrap around the base of the human's dick where his hand wasn't, making less friction in the process with the dripping fluid.

"Gonna need to get a bucket up in here soon 'nough, 'less you about explainin' why shit smells like me 'round in here to the teal bitch."

Dave shuddered as he leaned his head against the top of Gamzee's, one hand wrapped around Gamzee's bulge wrapped around himself, squeezing down as he nearly started to rut up against the highblood.

"Y'know what, if you can't get it, just fuckin' let it come. Not like the stains are gonna stay. Gonna take a long shower anyway. Get some fuckin' air freshener or something, god knows I got shitloads of captchas, bound to be one for that."

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