Lily is the best not-sister ever

[bethehugejerk]

Characters: Karkat and Equius
Location: Equius's old shack
Time: Backdated to January 11, evening.
Style: Action
Status: Closed

[It's not until evening after that post that Karkat finally calls Equius. By then he's already picked a place and headed out to it, one that should hardly be surprising: the blueblood's old shack, the one he painted full of insults and declarations of hate. It's a fitting location for this kind of thing if there ever was, and with the various meetups they've had there before, it made a natural choice for that sort of "gift" to him.]

[When the video flips on, Karkat is standing before the front door, the ends of the word "FREAK" peeking out behind him.]

Hey shithead. You want your mark fixed? Get over here.

[Click! No waiting for an answer. If he knows his kismesis, he'll be there, and he doesn't want to be in the open when he shows. From there he slips back inside the structure, door left ajar - no trap above it this time - but just a way to let him hear Equius before he sees him. In one hand, he takes a vial of strengthening potion from his sylladex. The goal is simple: to spring it on him as a complete surprise, without wasting any precious minutes of its duration.]

Comments

using all my hatemance icons, yes

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Oh, Equius is well aware. He's found that the best way to shut Karkat's mouth is to give it something else to do, and the ease with which Karkat allows it tells him that the other troll knows and accepts this too. He snarls a little at that nip, but doesn't put up much of a fuss beyond that.]

[Not while he's moving his hands to Karkat's back and pressing down, trying to flatten his kismesis against his chest. Hey, he wants to take advantage of this opportunity, don't judge him!]

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat's not judging at all, at least for that part. He lets himself be flattened like so, an approving sort of growl rumbling in his throat. Toss two kismesises who have hardly been able to touch before into a situation like this, and of course he's going to go along with it, relishing that contact every step of the way. It's nice to be able to actually be pulled close by him, not pushed via robot intervention. Not that he has no need of RoboEquius anymore - far from it - but he'll just as gladly take this for what it is. Increased proximity to sweating is just a hazard of the relationship, and it makes him all the more loathing-worthy.]

[After a bit he switches the focus of one hand, no longer squeezing, but instead going to deliver pinches at the skin of a bicep. Not that he neglects the kiss for it, certainly not! If anything there's something celebratory about his enthusiasm in it.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Equius snarls--those pinches actually hurt! Nasty little brat! He responds with a light, flailing punch to Karkat's side, trying to hit him just hard enough to make it hurt but not hard enough to knock him off. Hey, it isn't often (or ever) that he gets to touch him like this, he doesn't want to punch him clear across the room!]

[At least not until later.]

[bethehugejerk]

[Don't you worry, he doesn't want to get up or leave or move away, and he verily does not let that punch dislodge him. Still hurts, though, digging a snarl out from the curl of his lips; he gives Equius an extra, sharper pinch for that. He's going to have bruises after this. Bruises! Like he stared at the bite as it was healing, he will stare at those marks too, glad to have been able to receive them. So too will he appreciate knowing he let bruises whenever he gets to see the result of this potion against Equius's skin. This is amazing. He goes back into the kiss, grateful and hateful all at once.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Oh god, yes, all the bruises! Make his arms look like they're covered in spots, make him look like a leopard, yes yes yes!]

[... he means, he is very enthusiastic about this idea.]

[Equius kisses back, trying to give as good as he's getting, and he closes his hands about Karkat's sides and squeezes. Normally, that would crush his ribcage; hopefully now it will just leave some marks of his own behind, big dark handprints under Karkat's shirt.]

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat growls at the press of those hands, at once appreciative and irritated. That's far from comfortable - but then, his ribs are surprisingly intact! While his own hands abandon Equius's arms for the moment, they decide to return the gesture, slipping down to squeeze and dig fingertips at the sides of his chest. If he's going to have hand prints, it's no fair not to leave a matching set behind. Meanwhile he nips at his kismesis's mouth, each sting of teeth a note of his hatred.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Oh hell yes, handprint-shaped bruises on his chest, yes please! Equius pushes upward, into Karkat's palms, in a manner that is just aggressive enough to possibly be interpretted as him trying to toss the other troll off him. He doesn't really want Karkat to fall off, of course, but it would be insulting to both of them if he just let the other make bruises on him.]

[He breaks off the kiss, though, ducking his head and grabbing hold of Karkat's shirt with his teeth. With a deep, guttural moan, he tries to shred it apart and reveal his kismesis' shoulder... the better to bite him.]

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat just grips harder for that, likely worsening whatever bruise may be left behind, because like hell he wants to get thrown off. So what if it's not a real attempt to dislodge him; it would be just as insulting if he didn't give it a suiting reaction.]

[Before he can do much else, though, he finds his mouth lonely as Equius ducks his head to his shoulder. Shirt in teeth, tug--the shirt stands no chance, as a ripping noise rewards the effort. Karkat growls back at his kismesis for it. But he dips his own head then, teeth going to nip at slick skin, and eventually, gratuitously, take hold of a strap to tear that too. You going to ruin his shirt? He'll ruin yours!]

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Equius growls as Karkat shreds his shirt, but he expected that to happen. He knows better than to wear his newer, fresher shirts to these little meet-ups, and honestly, he tries to pick out the oldest, most-sweat-encrusted ones in hopes that his kismesis will bite them.]

[With Karkat's shirt ripped open, Equius ducks in and finds the old wound on his shoulder. He runs his tongue over it, giving the area a good, long lick, getting it nice and shiny with blue saliva, before going in for a hard, skin-puncturing bite.]

[bethehugejerk]

[Things like that almost make him stop, knowing that Equius would pull a dick move like that. But if he didn't, he'd be disappointed. Little moves like that are part of what make him value this kismesissitude so much, and hate him all the more. But sweat is still nothing new here. There's always bound to be some.]

[His head dips, but the feel of a tongue sliding over his old wound stops him from biting just yet. It's cold against his skin and it makes him shudder, and his cheeks color a little.]

Red blood or not, my shoulder's not a lollipop for you to--OW, shit.

[Then there's the bite. That time Karkat cringes, because for all his added strength, it still hurts to teeth sunk into your shoulder. That's when he takes his turn, no warning lick or anything (sorry, Equius, your skin's too gross) before his own fangs clamp down on him.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Sometimes Equius even goes out of his way to think about things that make him sweat when he and Karkat are together, just to make things damper, stickier, and more hateful. Since he can't touch his kismesis, he has to make up for it in different ways.]

[He hisses when Karkat sinks his fangs in, but it only encourages him to work his own jaws more. He can taste revolting red mutant blood in his mouth, and that makes him grin, knowing he's doing a good job with his bite.]

wow I suck at timely tags forever

[bethehugejerk]

[Can't touch him before today, that is, which again makes Karkat incredibly grateful for Lily, her magic, and her thoughtfulness. He draws back his hand, curls it into a fist, and thumps it at his side for emphasis on that particular point. That and ow asshole, that hurts, re: the biting. Which is how it's supposed to be, but hey.]

[He growls against his kismesis's skin as he works his own fangs, digging them in, deepening the bite. This way he can maybe urge the mark on more when they get to that point, but for now it's raw determination to give as good as he gets. Better is perhaps hard to aim for when Equius has jagged teeth on his side, but he tries anyway.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

[This is one of the few times when having jagged, broken teeth works in Equius' favor!]

[He hisses when Karkat thumps his side, and responds with a sucker punch of his own, aiming for his kismesis' ribcage. He makes a mental note to do something really nice for Lily the next chance he gets, because this is the most amazing gift anyone could have ever given him.]

[By now, he's satisfied that he's bitten Karkat enough, and he breaks it off with a low growl, turning his head and spitting on the floor.]

Your blood tastes terrible, you disgusting piece of mutant filth.

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat just clamps down harder at the thump to his ribs, though he sure does groan against his skin at the pain of it. Yet another mark to admire later, impermanent though it will be. However, when his kismesis disengages his own bite, he follows suit shortly after.]

[Unlike him, he doesn't bother spitting it. Instead he licks the stray blood from his lips.]

Funny. You taste so revolting and look so gut-churningly horrible that making you bleed only improves both. But don't get your hopes up: you only rise to 'disgusting' at best.

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Sorry, Equius missed that little diatribe; he was too busy gawking as Karkat licked blue blood off his lips. It was hot, okay, and completely distracted him.]

[STAAAAAAARE...]

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat aims a pap at his face, and not the soothing, conciliatory sort.]

Stop staring, lecher.

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Equius blinks, then snarls, when that papswat lands. It does break the staring, though.]

Sometimes your terribleness is truly mesmerizing. It's like staring at a multivehicle accident on the interstellar routes.

[Whatever, he got caught staring, it happens. With a sniff, Equius turns to his bitten shoulder and slaps one palm over it, squeezing and getting a good handful of blood worked up.]

[bethehugejerk]

[Whatever retort he may have made is cut off succinctly by that hand hitting his shoulder. It stings enough to make him suck in his breath, and the subsequent squeeze earns grit teeth and tight-shut eyes. But he follows up in mirror of him. Palm slap, squeeze - he doesn't want this to be half-assed, particularly if he can hurt him more in the process.]

You're like an entire planet falling into ruin. Imperial forces have come and gone; it's not worth conquer, for the time and effort would be wasted on such a shithive. Its accomplishments are negligible, its value nothing, its resources scarce and pointless to pursue. Its entire society has built itself up for nothing but its own inevitable failure, and all who look upon it see it: this place is worthless. It is, at best, an example of the deplorable and completely pointless. There is nothing good about it--and nothing good about you.