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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Caliborn/Calliope
  Character:
      Caliborn, Calliope_(Homestuck)
  Additional Tags:
      Dreamselves, Rough_Sex, Black_Romance, Red_Romance, Quadrant_Confusion,
      Xeno, I_just_wanted_to_write_otp_porn_okay, lime_blood_is_a_mild_sedative
      for_some_reason_idk, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, I'm_so_fucking_sorry,
      tentabulge, snake_dicks, this_is_basically_nothing_but_porn_and_headcanon
      crap
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-12-28 Words: 2267
****** Across the Veil ******
by Lawnmowergirl
Summary
     Calliope learns that since her dreamself is a troll, she has to deal
     with certain cyclical urges associated with the species. And Caliborn
     discovers he's more than happy to go along for the ride.
Her chosen form, as beautiful as it was, did have its drawbacks. One was that
its soft, leathery grey skin was so much less durable than the hard  green
exoskeleton she wore while awake. Poor Calliope had lost count of how many
times she’d accidentally cut or scraped or bruised that lovely grey skin
through carelessness. But it was worth it, and she’d been getting better at
knowing her limits. In fact, she almost never bumped her horns on doorways
anymore!
But she was sitting alone in he room on Prospit’s moon one day when she
discovered something else about it, something entirely unfamiliar. It was a bit
like the feeling of disorientation she felt just after waking up, but it wasn’t
fading. And there was a creeping fear just below it, the kind of fear that’s
dangerously, wonderfully thrilling. She sat on the edge of her bed in a daze as
a new sensation joined them. It was a slowly building need, a pleasant warmth
trickling down to a place that made her squirm with an unfamiliar desire. When
she stood up without thinking, a single thought flung itself into her mind, and
everything clicked.
Calliope had read about troll mating instincts, of course, how their
reproductive cycles were tuned to the drones’ collection schedule, or maybe the
other way around. But she couldn’t possibly have known what it felt like…until
now. 
She was out the window before she even knew it, flying, floating swiftly over
the shining golden city below her tower. As she rose into the darkness, the
Prospitian citizens on the streets below gazed up and pointed.  Calliope paid
them no heed. The only things on her mind were the desperate warmth spreading
through her and the violet speck in the sky it was propelling her towards. 
She navigated the Veil without even stopping to think. She maneuvered around
meteors with ease, guided only by the coal-dark, licorice-sweet hate flowing
though her. White-garbed Dersites stared up at her in astonishment and fear as
she approached. They hoped fervently that the enemy player would prove less
violent than their own. There was no need for them to worry; she didn’t even
look down, just flew straight through his window.
Calliope glared lustfully across the purple-hued room at the sleeping form of
her other half. She couldn’t make herself think of him as her “brother”
anymore. It just didn’t sit right. He was her fated enemy, her…kismesis. 
She licked her lips with blissful viciousness at the thought. He looked
pathetic sleeping soundly like that, and his dreamself was as ugly and sharp
and green as the body they shared. Calliope wondered what would happen to that
body if she called his name now. She didn’t care. He was already awake anyway. 
Something sparked in her again, and Calliope couldn’t have stopped herself if
she wanted to. “Caliborn,” she growled. She crossed the room in a few swift
steps, just in time for his eyes to snap open and his hands to shoot towards
her neck. Calliope darted backwards, dodging his talons as he sprang up from
the bed. 
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he snarled.
She failed to resist the urge to respond with “you”. Her arousal was reaching
an almost unbearable level now that her enemy was in sight and ready to strife.
It went completely over Caliborn’s head anyway. “You bitch,” he spat, diving
for her throat again, “you broke the rules!”
This time Calliope was too preoccupied with bloodlust and desire to dodge. She
only had time to tuck her arms up to block her neck.
He squeezed her wrists, talons digging into her neck as he snarled right in her
face. “I was planning on hiring the archagent to kill you, but now I think I’m
gonna do you myself. Fuck. I mean do youin.”
Calliope could feel her throat slowly starting to close in his grip. Lime blood
trickled down over her collarbone. Caliborn’s breath was hot on her face, and
she knew she had to act fast. “You w-wouldn’t dare,” she coughed. “Not when I
can do this.”  
And with that, she leaned into him and pressed her face against his. Soft black
lips met sharp green teeth, and Caliborn recoiled. But he didn’t let go.
Gasping for air, Calliope whispered, “…you’re holding my hands…”
That did the trick. Caliborn released her neck and staggered backwards with a
shriek. “You made me do that, you filthy whore! I fuckinghate you!”
“Hate me, you say?” Calliope panted. “Good. Then the feeling is mutual.”
“At the end of our last chess game. When you fell for my ruse. You said you
didn’t hate me that way, Cal… have you had a change of heart?” He sneered.
Calliope heaved a small sigh. “I…must admit that when I said that, it might
have been an instance of…lying by omission…”
Caliborn sat back on his bed, licking her blood from his fingers thoughtfully.
She was surprised he hadn’t lashed out at her again yet.
“Perhaps I wasn’t absolutely sure precisely how I felt at that exact moment,
but… upon reflection, what I said was true, in a way.”
He gazed almost sleepily at Calliope, savoring the taste of her blood.
“I don’t hate you in the way you meant, the pure, unrestrained destruction that
normally comprises our species’ courtship. No, I… I hate you with the toxic
black passion of kismessitude. I want you to view me as a worthy rival. I want
to see you at your weakest; to know that I could snap your neck in an instant
but won’t. I am consumed with the thought of us, locked in that ancient battle
between lust and loathing…” She could feel her alien heart beating faster and
faster. She could also feel the infinitesimal friction of her panties against
her with every breath she took, and it was absolutely maddening.
Caliborn gazed at her hungrily through half-closed eyes. “Right. It wouldn’t be
as fun to destroy you completely. If I did that. I would never be able to crush
you again. And again. And again. Until I broke you in. And made you my bitch.”
Calliope felt a thrilling pang of anger shoot through her body. “You are just
so bloody disrespectful, Cal! Somebody really ought to teach you a lesson…!”
“You know I’ve never been very fucking good at. Learning.” He scowled.
She let out a short bark of laughter.
“Why the fuck are you laughing, you whore?”
“Oh, it’s nothing you’d be able to wrap your puny thinkpan around,” she teased.
Caliborn ran his dark, forked tongue over his fangs eagerly. “Oh. Well. We’ll
fucking see about that.”
When Calliope pounced, slamming her body against Caliborn’s, the force of the
impact between her vestigial breasts and his hard exoskeleton nearly knocked
the wind out of her. But she succeeded in knocking him over. Calliope pinned
him down against his violet-draped bed and Caliborn flailed feebly. He clawed
lazily at the air above her back.
While he squirmed, she held him tightly and adjusted herself to straddle him.
Caliborn managed to get his fingertips on Calliope’s upper back. She snarled at
him and leaned down to suck on his lower lip as he slowly raked his claws down
her back. Calliope gasped. She would never have expected it to feel so good.
And he was being surprisingly gentle…
Caliborn seized the opportunity to sink his razor-sharp teeth into her soft
black lips. This drew a groan from Calliope, along with a spurt of blood, which
he lapped up eagerly.
She pulled up, panting from the exertion, pain, and arousal. And then they were
right back at it, claws raking, teeth gnashing, hips starting to crash and
grind.
“I’m. Going. To. Fucking. Kill. You,” Caliborn panted, each word punctuated by
a bite at Calliope’s neck or shoulders. But his viciousness was steadily losing
conviction.
“You… certainly don’t seem about to,” Calliope whispered, grinning as she
trailed her claws across his chest. 
He let go for a moment to flip her off, and she took full advantage of his
momentary lapse in judgment. She shredded his pants and flung them aside, then
pinned his hands over his head. 
Caliborn squirmed and gnashed his teeth at her, but his resolve was continuing
to weaken. His eyes widened and he half-moaned, half-growled at Calliope as she
wiggled out of her shredded dress and let her bulge writhe its way out of her
panties. The sound turned into a desperate, keening whine as Calliope laced her
delicate grey fingers between his talons. 
When she gave his hands a gentle, affectionate squeeze, Caliborn practically
moaned. Calliope flashed a mischievous grin at him just before lowering herself
to lick a bit of blood off his cheek, humming contentedly.
“F-fuuuuck…nnnnnnn…” Caliborn hissed loudly and pressed himself up against her.
“Th-this is so t-tender… h…howdare you---”
That push, that little motion of his body against hers, sealed it. There was no
going back. Calliope released his hands so she could tear both of their
undergarments off. Caliborn lay there almost in a daze until she curled her
squirming bulge around one side of his hemipenis. They both moaned, in perfect
unison.
“New question,” Caliborn panted as Calliope squeezed him carefully, doing her
best to avoid the barbs, “what the fuck. Is that? What happened to your
cloaca?”
Calliope sighed, as much from pleasure as from exasperation. “Mmm… I thought I
explained troll anatomy to you… y-yeah, that’s good…”
“I didn’t r-read it. I thought it was fucking revolting. And useless
information. That I would never nnnnn...eed!”
“Not so useless now, wouldn’t you say?” Calliope teased. He was completely at
her mercy, and her insides throbbed with desire at the realization. “…how
mmuuh…much of my blood did you consume, by the way?”
“As much as I could get,” Caliborn purred, then paused to lick his teeth. “Your
foul slime tastes like fucking candy. But the more of it I get, the less I feel
like making you bleed. I don’t understand it. Now. Callie. Do you have a hole I
can fuck or what?”
Calliope tsked. “As vulgar and impatient as ever, aren’t you?”
“Please, Callie…” Caliborn whispered, pleading. He froze, shocked by the
realization of what he’d just said.
Calliope was shocked too, but it was a thoroughly pleasant surprise. “That’s
more like it, love,” she said sweetly, relishing the look of scandalized
ecstasy that flashed across Caliborn’s face at that last word. “Now, which side
would you like to use?”
He gasped as her bulge released its hold on him. “Th-the same!” he pleaded. He
needed that warmth, that pressure, that intimacy back as soon as possible.
“Just a moment, darling,” Calliope purred, stroking Caliborn’s spiral-outlined
cheekbones affectionately as she positioned herself to have his hemipenis push
up past her seed flap.
Caliborn tried and failed to suppress a desperate sob as she tantalized him
with a fleeting preview of the feeling he was craving so desperately now. His
thoughts had become a steady stream of oh god please don’t stop now Calliope I
hate you I need you I love you—
“Do you now?” she asked.
“F…uck,” Caliborn groaned. “Was I saying that out loud?”
Calliope just smiled. She wasn’t even sure anymore which quadrant this would
fall under, and she really didn’t care. “Yes. Yes, you w--ahhhhh…h-h-hnnnnn…!”
Caliborn tightened his grip on her horns as he pushed himself up into her, too
impatient to be gentle. “You like that, don’t you?” he growled, “You little
slut.”
“Sh-shut the fuck up,” Calliope gasped. Her stomach clenched involuntarily at
the searing sting of his barbs inside her. For a moment she wished she hadn’t
chosen this delicate form. But the pain subsided after a moment, replaced by a
wave of the most wonderful thing she’d ever felt. As long as neither of them
moved…
Caliborn gave Calliope’s horns one last rub, stroking slowly down along their
winding curves from yellow to scarlet in a way that made her shudder and
whimper in pleasure. And then he let go, and Calliope’s eyes started to fill up
with tears. “Please… don’t stop…”
He reached for her hands, gripping them reassuringly, and flicked his
serpentine tongue out to kiss away her tears. Calliope hummed a sigh and
allowed herself to relax. She nestled herself against Caliborn, getting
comfortable. That slight shift was all it took, and she braced herself for what
she knew was approaching.
“I…I love y-y…oooooh…!” she stammered, trailing off into a moan, too wrapped up
in the overwhelming surge of indescribable pleasure that was engulfing her to
realize what she’d just let slip.
“Do you now?” Caliborn said. He grinned up at Calliope and wedged one hand
between their stomachs to grab at her wriggling bulge. “Because Ihate you.”
The feeling somehow got even more intense as he stroked and tugged at her, and
Calliope choked back a sob. “I hate you too, you-- h-h-aaaaah…! y-you festering
sack of hoofbeast bollocks…”
Caliborn started breathing faster and faster, his tongue lolled out from
between his jaws, and he dug his talons into Calliope’s outer thighs. “F-fuck
y-y-you--- Callie…!”
Calliope screamed silently, her vision going blank as her genetic fluid gushed
from her nook onto Caliborn’s stomach, legs, and already-bloodstained
bedsheets.
As they both slowly stopped convulsing in pleasure, Caliborn muttered
breathlessly, “New rule. The no crossing the Veil rule isn’t going to be a rule
anymore.”
Calliope wholeheartedly agreed.
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