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[paradiseblossoms]

CLOSED to Dave Strider (sicknastiest), Tavros Nitram (mybfftinkerbull), and Gamzee Makara (honkalypse).

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[honkalypse.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[honkalypse.livejournal.com]

[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.]

Gonna get nudged by Jo when she wants to pull Tav back in.

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[honkalypse.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[honkalypse.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[honkalypse.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[honkalypse.livejournal.com]

[There's a muffled curse and then a high pitched sound when Dave's gamble works. The grip isn't terribly secure, but Dave gets himself a handful of horn, and Gamzee retaliates by lashing out to get a couple handfuls of Dave as he twists towards the human in a clumsy tackle to keep his momentum from doing too much damage.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[There's hands and feet and maybe some teeth everywhere, and Dave gets a good couple thwacks across his bare chest that start to bruise almost instantaneously, but he keeps twisting himself out of Gamzee's way, careful to keep his hand locked around the troll's horn, until he can get behind Gamzee - where he yanks the troll back against his body and shoves his blade up under his chin, pressing it against Gamzee's neck.]



[Carefully, he releases Gamzee's horn, only to replace it with his mouth, sucking and running teeth and tongue over the appendage, rather more roughly than he's ever treated Tav's. The sword stays at Gamzee's neck, but Dave's free hand rakes nails down the troll's chest and down to his bulge, cupping roughly through fabric.]

[honkalypse.livejournal.com]

[He curses and swears, but it's garbled. Gamzee doesn't actually give a damn about the sword against his throat, but the intense sensations freeze him pretty effectively. He snarls out a raspy moan when Dave mouths his horn and his hips roll into Dave's hand. The rough treatment of his horn sends shudders through him and he fights the urge to give in to the pleasure.]



[But his hands are free, and he's happy to use them. One hand moves over Dave's, pushing the cupping hand further between his legs, with a stuttering, desperate sound. It's half actual want and half distraction, because his other hand snaps up to try to grab Dave's wrist and pull that sword away, and Gamzee is more than happy to get cut up if that's what's required.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[He's happy to slide his hand further between Gamzee's legs, rubbing his fingers over the spot where he's pretty sure Gamzee's nook should be - hey, a couple interactions with Tavros don't exactly make him an expert on troll biology.]



[Gamzee obviously does not prefer his nails on the shorter side, like Tav does, because they're suddenly in Dave's wrist, and fuck that hurts. He drops the sword, which clatters to the ground, and bends to sink his teeth into Gamzee's shoulder, growling softly.]

[honkalypse.livejournal.com]

[For a couple moments he doesn't move away, even with the sword gone. He's too busy pressing Dave's fingers over so they find the right spot and jerking down into the touch. It was a bad distraction, he realizes now, because yes, oh hell yes, he does; he wants to feel Dave in him right now. His breathing is shaky and he moans again, but it becomes something close to a trill when Dave bites him. That growl shouldn't feel so fucking good.]



[He bites down on his lip again to hold back another sound and then sends his elbow back in an attempt to break away. Fuck. This will end too soon if he doesn't get the upper hand.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[That pointy elbow finds its way right underneath Dave's ribs, and he doubles over - at least, as much as he can with his body pressed to Gamzee's. Mostly, what ends up happening is his chin hooks over Gamzee's shoulder and his hands go slack while he tries to get his breath back.]

[honkalypse.livejournal.com]

[In the end it's too tempting. Gamzee just turns, fisting one hand in Dave's hair again to pull him up for a kiss and then sliding his other hand down to fondle Dave's cock. There's a moment of hesitation because that feels so...different, but it doesn't last and he growls into the kiss.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave's panting into the kiss, still trying to get his breath back, but he still manages to buck his hips into Gamzee's touch, a low sound rumbling from the back of his throat as he bites at Gamzee's bottom lip.]

[honkalypse.livejournal.com]

[Gamzee laughs and pulls back long enough to get his hand inside Dave's pants--a really tight fit but he doesn't give a damn. Skin on skin makes him groan, vibrating through him and into the kiss.]



[He trails off, focused on exploring by touch. It just feels so...odd. He'd assumed that because humans looked pretty close that it would be almost the same but this-- It feels good though, and he growls as he resumes the kiss, squeezing firmly.]

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Fine then - two can play at that game. Dave worms a hand past Gamzee's waistband, too, and he's a little more familiar with what he finds. He gives the slick length of Gamzee's bulge a few languid strokes, unperturbed when it curls around his wrist, and then remembers something that always sets Tav off. Maybe that's common among trolls. One way to find out.

He slips his hand up the length, pinches the tip of Gamzee's bulge between long fingers - again, with rather more force than he ever uses on Tav.]

[honkalypse.livejournal.com]

[He can only think that Dave really knows what he's doing. It makes sense, already having his flushed quadrant full while Gamzee only has pale, but it's a little worrying. Gamzee really doesn't want to lose so easily, but Dave is so very good at getting the--]



[There's a hiss and a low rumbling growl as he dips his head down to bite Dave's shoulder. Just a little too rough, but he doesn't complain, just squeezing Dave harder in return as he settles into a rhythm with his hand.]

[mybfftinkerbull.livejournal.com]

[Tav's been watching, vigilant, caught between ensuring nobody dies of blood loss (mostly Dave, especially Dave, best bro be damned, he's human) and resisting the urge to jump in himself. Somewhere amidst the scuffle, he found himself on his feet again, prowling restlessly along the perimeter of their violent flirtation. He's sure to give them a wide birth, of course.

Tantalized, he watches Dave handle Gamzee's dick the way he would Tav's, only much more roughly, and he doesn't quite realize it, but when he pulls out the oh-so-fucking-wonderful pinching maneuver, he responds vocally.]

sH-SHIT,

[sicknastiest.livejournal.com]

[Dave makes a rather unintentional whining noise as the bite on his shoulder and Gamzee's harder grip edge closer to the pain side of the scale, but fuck if he's going down to a crazy-ass troll.

Ignoring the pain as best he can - as well as the slow, slick drip of his blood from several different points on his body - he repeats that too-rough pinch, then releases Gamzee's bulge to dip his fingers lower. With little preamble, he slips two fingers into Gamzee's dripping nook, turns his head to run his tongue along the shell of Gamzee's ear.]

[honkalypse.livejournal.com]

[Gamzee shakes, and makes a keening noise at the intrusion. This is actually more than he's ever done to himself, because of his bad habit of spacing out during those times when he'd felt the urge. Hell, sometimes he'd gone and wandered off to something else entirely, too sopor addled to even finish. And sopor, he's discovering, apparently dulled every motherfucking thing down to almost nothing, because this is so much more intense than even his best moments of self-exploration. He's pretty much lost the battle unless something suddenly tips the scales and he knows it. But like hell is he going to surrender quietly.]



[He can't keep the desperate--and frankly, getting moreso by the touch--noises down, but he leaves scratches and bruises everywhere he can as he tries to keep his feet on suddenly very unsteady legs.]