Paradise Blossoms

[That blade is in his hand again when Gamzee starts growling, but before Dave can make up his mind about whether or not to pull Tav away - everything changes. And if the situation was awkward before, it's even worse now, because Dave doesn't know what to do with this kind of thing, this kind of...emotion. He really needs to get a better handle on this cultural understanding thing.

Or maybe just stop hanging out with trolls who are insane.]

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[For a split second his feelings for Tavros flicker blacker than pitch but he can't keep ahold of it and his pale quadrant is already full. Gamzee backs off, putting distance between him and Tavros. He presses his face hard against his knees and wraps his arms around his head, shaking it slowly back and forth. Nononononono. He can't fucking deal. His hands tighten in his hair and pull, then drag down his face when he lifts his head. He's managed to wipe off the makeup and dried blood on his pants, but also to reopen the claw marks on his face.

...and leave some new ones. He motherfucking hates Dave right now. Hates hates HATES HATES HATES. Wants to tear into him. Make him bleed. Make him scream. Taste his blood, his fear, his pain. God, he wants to beat him down, make him cry and beg. Beg. Beg for motherfucking more. Motherfuck. It hits him so strongly it drags a surprised sound from deep in his throat. He's waxed fully motherfucking BLACK for Dave Strider. He laughs, sharp and broken, and when the growl starts back up it's a very different tone, low and intimate just on the very edge of human hearing.]

[As he says it he starts moving, a very slow and deliberately stalking movement for Dave. His eyes are bright, and his skin is flushed indigo while blood beads and drips down his face.]

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[Tavros sure as hell doesn't chase after the other troll, too afraid of having his head ripped off. Again. So he scrabbles backward, crablike, heavy metal footfalls thunderous against the cold tile floor, echoing in empty space. Tavros has never been brave, never been like Rufio, never really been like Pupa Pan, and he's scared. He doesn't want this. He doesn't want this to happen, he doesn't want to watch his best bro or his matesprit die, neither of them. He can't root for either of them in a fight. Shaking hands find his lance, grasp it weakly, because he's not sure if he could bring himself to use it if things were to go wrong.

And well, he guesses if Gamzee is going to have a kismesis, Dave is a pretty solid choice. After all, he's more than capable of protecting himself, even against an apparently murderous clown troll (Tavros hopes). So finally he drags himself to his feet, and he doesn't know it but he's shaking, watching them, the two of them. And he guesses if anyone's going to be the auspistice in this situation, it's got to be him, doesn't it?]

uHH,
lOOK, bRO,
jUST, uM,
mAYBE YOU COULD, uH, nOT KILL dAVE,
i MEAN, tHAT WAY,
hE WILL STILL BE AROUND FOR YOU TO, pERHAPS, hATE lATER ON,

[Tav winces. That probably isn't helping.]

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[Dave watches him come, settling a little more solidly into his stance. He's got vague hopes that his Got Tier status will keep him from actually being killed if anything happens - this really doesn't strike him as a particularly heroic or just death - but he's not exactly eager to test his theory.

When Tav speaks, though, his gaze flickers over to the other troll, just for a moment.]

[Maybe there's a way to make this work. The whole hate relationships thing doesn't really make a whole lot of sense to him, but shit - this is all about cultural understanding right?

His gaze shifts back to Gamzee.]

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[With each word he advances a single step. He's still shaking but his voice has gone lyrical again and it would sound starkly beautiful if not for the words he's saying. Dave has already won the first round, hands motherfucking down. Taking his faith, any hope of ever having a proper flushed quadrant--who'd want a broken, unstable, uncultured indigo blood? None of the living trolls, that's for sure--rubbing it all in like that. But there's always the next round, and like hell is he going down without a motherfucking fight. When he gets close enough he reaches out to touch, trying to push Dave's glasses off with an incredibly gentle touch. His face is anything but gentle though, and his voice quiets to an even more intimate sing-song. All part of the mind game. A mind game Gamzee knows he's terrifyingly good at.]

[Gamzee reaches down with his other hand and tries to bring Dave's free hand up to his face, to dab his fingers through the blood with a soft, exultant noise.]

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[He hates himself a little for it, but he shrinks back; something tells him he shouldn't be too close to these two, but he can't just leave. This is partially his fault, after all. But part of him is...he hates to admit it, even to himself, but he's a little bit fascinated. He's never, ever seen Gamzee like this, and he's always shied away from blackrom, Dave is right, so he's never been well-versed as to how these things work. So as much as he doesn't want to see either of them hurt, he also wants to see how this plays out.

So he shrinks backward, and he watches with bated breath.]

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[Instinctively, Dave tips his head back to avoid Gamzee's attempt to remove his shades - even Tav hasn't seen his eyes yet, and he's sure as hell not letting Gamzee claim that particular privilege. Out of the corner of his eye, he watches Gamzee, lets the troll take his hand and run his fingers through that indigo blood.

He really doesn't hate Gamzee - doesn't really know him well enough to - but he knows that this is just about the only course of action left. And, if he's being completely honest with himself...he's curious. He's curious about what happens here, about the changes he's sensing in Gamzee.

So he digs deep, finds something in him to be angry about, lets it fill him with something that might not be hate yet - but could be, maybe.]

[His gaze flickers away for a moment, towards the other troll.]

[His fingers tighten suddenly around Gamzee's jaw, digging into skin, smearing indigo blood around, tugging the troll close so Dave can breathe against his lips.]

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[Gamzee's grin widens. So his eyes are a weakness, huh? He'll remember that for later. He shudders, blood running so very hot at Dave's hand digging in and pulling him close. The adrenaline has effectively wiped out the worst of the withdrawal. He hardly feels the pain and weakness, and his limbs are completely steady. He brings his head down to meet the other boy while his hand slides back. He considers bringing out the whip in his strife specibus but...that will also be better later.

If Dave had been a troll, he'd be grabbing for a horn and pulling hard, but lacking that, he fists his hand in Dave's hair.]

[He's never been so ready, wanted so much. Blackrom is in his motherfucking blood and he knows it. Indigos are violent motherfuckers--usually--and it suits them best. Honestly he's only interested in this because he can't have the redrom he really wants, and he needs someone who's fucking his and won't leave. He kisses Dave hard, purposely not being careful with his teeth. He wants blood.]

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[He's experiencing a whole fucking hemospectrum of emotions now; fear and anger and worry and, okay, this is kind of sexy, he can't deny that, so he'll go ahead and add lust onto that big old hornpile clusterfuck of feelings. He feels a twinge of something very, very flushed at Dave's words, even if he maybe doesn't have his story straight, because, well, he sounds kind of sort of heroic, even if Tavros wouldn't ideally cast himself as the damsel in distress.

And then, Tav realizes that he's just standing here, probably intruding on something that's pretty damn personal, matespritship or no. So he clears his throat, quietly at first and then again, more loudly.]

uHHH,
dO YOU WANT ME TO, uM,
tHAT IS TO SAY, sHOULD i,
lEAVE,

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[Dave's blade is gone again - though he doesn't think he'd be surprised if it makes an appearance again later - and he hisses into the kiss as Gamzee's sharp teeth slice into his rather delicate human lips. The iron taste of blood fills his mouth, and he's rather surprised at the hot feeling that bubbles up inside him. Maybe this troll hate thing isn't so hard after all.

Remembering Tav's reactions to having his horns handled rather gently, Dave reaches up and wraps a hand around one of Gamzee's long horns, tugging sharply to break the kiss and tilt Gamzee's head back.]

[He's no troll, and experiences with Tav have taught him that even as awesome as he is, he's no match for that crazy alien strength, so he has to make up for it with enthusiasm. He ducks his head, scrapes his teeth over Gamzee's neck - and then pauses.]

[His teeth are sadly blunt, but he does the best he can with them, biting down as hard as he can on Gamzee's neck, sucking hard enough to pull a dark indigo bruise to the surface.]

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[If this were any other situation that grip and yank would cross the line past arousing and into real pain--but the fun thing about all the un-fondness up in him right now, is that the pain fucking turns him on even more. The guttural sound he makes is very pleased as he slowly licks Dave's blood from his lips. Delicious.]

[He yanks hard on Dave's hair, wishing for horns, and digs his claws into the human's scalp at the base of his scull. He doesn't resist the biting, encourages it by tipping his head more even, but with each burst of pleasure-pain he digs his claws in and down more, leaving a line of bleeding scratches trailing down the back of Dave's neck. Then he yanks Dave's head back fully and leans forward to leave his own bite. It's carefully placed to it'll be really hard to hide with most clothing--god-tier hood notwithstanding--and he does it so it'll leave a scar with a perfect impression of his teeth. In short, proclaiming "This is Gamzee's hands motherfucking off." Then he trails his mouth up to whisper in Dave's ear, too low for Tavros to hear.]

[He lifts his head and turns enough that he can look at Tavros while not losing sight of Dave. There's red blood smeared all over his lips and chin.]

[He's probably leaving the human high and dry, but that's part of the fun. Tavros will know exactly what he means. You don't grow up on Alternia without knowing exactly what indigo means...for any troll but Gamzee. He'll never be a normal highblood--too soft. Too red. Too kind and friendly--but he's much closer now than he was and his blood sings for violence right now.]

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[His hands curl into fists at the sight of the two of them kissing, but whether from worry or self-restraint is unclear. It's definitely turning him on, watching Gamzee spill Dave's blood, something he's only sampled accidentally, even though he knows Dave can take it—they're right. He isn't caliginous enough for that kind of thing. He's never had to consider sharing Dave before, but he guesses if he were going to share with anyone, it would be his best bro.

Hollowly, Tavros nods. He wants to stay, he does; partially out of a desire to watch, and partially just to make sure that his matesprit doesn't accidentally die. Backing up to the wall, he slides down with a muffled thunk so he's sitting with his legs bent upward.]

i KNOW,
i'LL,
i'LL STAY,

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[He licks the blood from his own lips as Gamzee tips his head back, and how fucked up is this? There's a shiver that runs through him when Gamzee whispers in his ear, and what the hell has he gotten himself into? Gamzee's no Tavros, all hesitant and tentative - there's a very good chance Dave will get seriously hurt, here.

And it's probably really fucked up that Dave finds that thought oddly exciting.]

[He groans as Gamzee sinks those knife-sharp teeth into his neck, body jerking slightly. His hand clenches around Gamzee's horn again, yanking the troll's head back with his best human attempt at a growl.]

[And suddenly, he's got the other hand under Gamzee's chin, wrapped around his throat, and he's swiping a foot at the troll's ankles and pushing, trying to tip him over backwards.]

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[Watching Dave lick at his own blood--fuck. That and the hand clenching around his horn have him shuddering hard. He laughs at the words, lapping the blood from his own chin with a very long tongue.]

[He's cut off as the hand squeezes, enough to impeded his breathing a little. It feels so damn good that he groans again, very loudly. He digs his claws in and pirouettes as Dave tries to sweep his legs out from under him. Not at all trying to stop the fall, but instead, trying to take Dave down with him and come out on top of the pile. Then he bites his own lips and tongue a little to get blood flowing and claims another kiss.]

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[He grows quiet, just sitting there, watching, vigilant, and he can't control the hitching of his breath, seeing the two of them going at it like this. Oh, god, there's blood everywhere, bright mutant red and sultry indigo mingling all over the damn place. Tav doesn't say anything; he can feel himself growing hard, but his hands remain at his sides, curled in on themselves, sharp nails digging into his palms as he watches, and waits, and wonders.]

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[Where the fuck did all this grace come from? Five minutes ago, the guy could hardly stand up straight, and now Dave's winded as he's crushed beneath the troll's weight, the wind rushing out of his lungs. There's blood on his lips, blood that isn't his - isn't even human - and it's weird and different, but not in a bad way, and Dave is so fucking wrong.]

[Using Gamzee's horn as leverage, Dave wraps a long leg around the troll's hips and twists, trying to flip them, to slam Gamzee back against the floor.]

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[He luxuriates in the rush of breath and the tastes of their blood mingling as he grinds down against the human. He's hard; incredibly, sloppily excited, and rumbles out a low frequency moan at the contact.]

[He growls and bites down, not really caring where, and lets Dave flip them. He's prepared enough that it doesn't knock the wind out of him, and in fact he arches up as the pain from it reverberates through him. Beautiful. That trickle of uncertainty that maybe he can be overpowered is intoxicating. He pushes his horn harder against Dave's hand, and bucks up, drawing out the lewdest sounds from his throat that he knows how to make. And then he starts feeling impatient and grips Dave's shirt with the intent of ripping it right the fuck off.]

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[Dave can't stop it - his hips grind down into Gamzee's, completely instinctively. It seems impossible that the sounds Gamzee's making, the threats he's throwing out, should be good, but fuck they are.]

[He shifts slightly, forcing Gamzee's hands to the floor and then bracing his knees on the troll's wrists, so he can shrug off his shirt and hood without Gamzee trying to claw him up.]

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[Gamzee laughs and doesn't resist having his hands pushed to the floor at all. He shifts his legs instead, bracing his feet so he can arch up and grind harder against Dave.]

[He drawls the last bit out, in between hissing and writhing under Dave. Then, when Dave gets his shirt off, his smile turns into a toothy smirk and he grips Dave's knees hard.]

[And then tries to toss the other boy right off him.]

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[That grinding makes Dave groan softly, in the back of his throat, and it's even worse because he knows what Gamzee is packing down there, and if past experiences with Tav are any indication, he also knows it's fucking amazing.]

[But then the game is changing - because it's true, Dave can't hold a candle to the raw strength of any of the trolls, let alone one who's gone hate-crazy - and Dave can feel the bones in his knees creaking. And then he's tumbling across the floor, long-trained muscles taking over on instinct so he winds up in a crouch, broken sword in hand.]

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[Gamzee is up (and also shirtless) in a flash, wielding a very familiar hammer and cackling, albeit kind of musically.]

[He's not about to explicitly mention that mental overpowering and reducing him to begging for it counts just as well, but he's dropped enough motherfucking hints about that already. Gamzee lets a slow smile crawl across his face as he licks more of Dave's blood from his lips, then charges.

...only to flashstep and try to attack Dave from behind with the whip--aiming it to wrap around Dave's throat.]

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[Dave's not expecting that, but he adjusts quickly enough - the whip winds around his neck, but he whirls, bringing his blade up, and slices through it. It does leave a nasty welt around his throat, though - a nice, bright red ring.]

[Of course, Dave's only just gone God Tier, and isn't entirely sure what powers that comes with, but he's sure as hell not going to let that stop him. So he pulls out a flashstep of his own, launches his shuriken from their slot in his captchalogue, then flashsteps again, trying to predict where Gamzee will go, reaching out to hopefully snag the troll and pull him in.]

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[Gamzee moans when the whip is cut and tosses it negligently to the side. The hammer is back as he flash steps to avoid the shuriken, and again, and again. They're feints and the only thing he expects to injure is the wall--and it does crack. It looks pretty regular, not entirely predictable but almost. He's laughing the whole time, and whispering dirty things whenever he gets close enough.]

[When Dave tries for a capture, Gamzee is close enough that Dave almost succeeds. Gamzee spits out a combination of a moan and a growl at the contact before slithering out of reach again. And charging head on.]

Edited Date: 2011-11-23 09:49 am (UTC)

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[Those last words are growled out as he feels Gamzee twist out of his grasp - fuck, he was so close.]

[Because Gamzee charges him, and Dave makes what is either an incredibly brave or an incredibly stupid decision - he stands his ground, only to sidestep at the last moment and thrust a hand out, trying to snag one of those long, curved horns.]

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