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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Tavros_Nitram/Equius_Zahhak
  Character:
      Tavros_Nitram, Equius_Zahhak
  Additional Tags:
      Drugging, Implied_Mutilation, OOC, Spit_Kink, Sweat
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-02-09 Words: 2128
****** Caring ******
by Cockzilla
Summary
     Equius offers to help Tavros bathe and do some maintenance on his
     robotic legs. Tavros takes him up on his offer, which proves to be a
     rather unpleasant mistake.
Notes
     One of a few fics I wrote anon back in the day for the homestuck kink
     meme on lj. All fics were written as relevant events and characters
     were still being introduced, so a lot of it is super ooc, but I can't
     remember enough of the comic to correct any of it. I do know Equius
     is super off from what more we'd learn about him, but at the time he
     was just a spooky shadow figure.
See the end of the work for more notes
He should have known it would end up like this.
He should have known by the way the nimble, oil-stained fingers lingered when
it was his turn to help him out of his chair, trailing up his sides causing his
over shirt to drift upwards with them.
He should have known by the tilt of his head, obviously not exactly towards the
joints and mechanics of the legs he was commenting on.
He should have known, with how much harder the heavy breath whistled out when
they were near each other, and the increased frequency of the wet slurping hiss
of keeping excess saliva from escaping gap teeth.
He tried not to know, because who would he tell? Of course they would believe
him about the perceived inappropriate machinations of the other troll. But
while they’d believe him, the voyeur wasn’t after their asses, and probably
believed him ultimately harmless from how passively he was indulging in that
“hobby”.
Plus, he didn’t want to be looking the gift horseman in the mouth, on many
levels, so he resolved to not even think on the odd actions of Equius once he
had been gifted legs in his sleep.
He thought back to what he hoped was only a few hours ago. Equius had
volunteered to help him in and out of his legs for bath time. Normally one of
the more friendly girls aided him in this, politely looking away then taking
his cloths to be washed. When Equius asked to assist him, he introduced the
request by indicating he needed to check up on the robotic parts he’d made, to
make sure Tavros’s filthy skin wasn’t eroding anything. He should probably take
a bath too, to make sure that didn’t happen in the future.
Equius had lowered him into the water briskly, seemingly intent on the repairs
he would do the his creations. He picked up the legs as if they were made of
cardboard, then bent down to get Tavros’s now light load of cloths. It wasn’t
wash day, but Tavros had assumed that Equius was being extra serious about his
weird blood compulsion and would be washing them alone. He washed up, used to
the common slips onto his back and the awkwardness of trying to not get the
detachable shower head caught up on his horns as he rinsed his hair. When he
was done he called out for Equius, waiting a while before calling again so the
other boy wouldn’t get mad at him while he was in such a vulnerable state. He
thought he saw movement at the base of the door, so he called out for general
aide, but there was still no response. Getting out of the tub was slippery but
not impossible, but he still didn’t have his clothes. He waited uneasily until
he got cold, then decided to run himself some hot water to soak in until
someone came along. In forcing himself to relax and not think about his
helpless situation, he became a bit too relaxed and fell asleep.
He woke up when Equius came barging in, carrying a towel, tractioned shoes loud
on the tile floor as he approached and huffed at the bleary bather in
exasperation. A weak crack was made about his heritage, then complaining about
how water-swollen his carapace had become. Tavros assumed he’d been out for a
while. Equius began almost battering his head with the towel, leaving Tavros no
time or ability to think about why Equius was drying his head and not the
region that would fit into the electronic pants. If he had completed the
thought, he still would have chosen the soft blows about the face. He did
weakly wonder why Equius was pressing the fluffy, if a bit damp, cloth into his
face so much. His stripe of hair probably need it more.
He tried to mention this to Equius, but his words weren’t coming out in order,
and he went out like a light (after his last ‘uuuuhhhh E-Equius’) when trying
to catch his breath. The last thing he remembered was the sensation of his wet
body soaking the fabric of Equius’s wife beater as he was carried out of the
room.
 
Tavros had no time for wishing the past away; he was too busy wishing the
present was just some disgusting, fleshy nightmare. The rubber coated wires
were beginning to cut into his wrists and cut off the circulation, but no
matter how he tried he couldn’t get himself lost in the painfully tingling
sensation up above his head because of what was going on down below. Equius,
already nude, was looking around his workshop for something, but had not
touched him yet. Which left him with no explanation for how hard he had been
since he’d woken up. He swallowed hard, hoping Equius wouldn’t mention it or
indicate Tavros had wanted such an uncomfortable situation in any way, and
coughed quietly because of the soreness in his throat swallowing had irritated.
Another condition with no explanation, since he hadn’t felt it since back when
Tinkerbull was still making him take his vitamins.
He was brought back to thoughts of the present when he felt two knees touch his
sides, just above his hips. He had been looking away from his and Equius’s
respective shames, but now they were dominating his view. Equius’s hips were
tense as he kept himself from a sitting position, just so for aligning their
two bone bulges. Equius gripped the two of them together, and Tavros really
wished he wouldn’t do that because such a good sensation really wasn’t what he
wanted to be feeling in this situation.
“I’ll say this, filth-for-blood, you sure have something big going for you.”
Tavros tried to pay attention and yes there was a noticeable size difference
between the two of them but he really didn’t think they needed to be rubbed up
against each other for the comparison. He sighed a little bit when Equius
released him and stood back up to full kneeling height. He listened in
confusion as Equius reached a few fingers into a bottle with some slippery
sounding fluid inside. His confusion was cleared up by the subsequent view in
front of him, of Equius lifting his sack and rubbing the substance on that hole
that Tavros had learned was only for dirty things. His mouth dropped open when
Equius actually pressed a finger up inside himself. He gagged a bit and tried
to turn his head away, but the threatening growl from above made him think
twice about that. He looked up as Equius’s face, which was angled down as if
Equius was looking him in the eyes, lips open as always. Somehow this was even
more disturbing a view than his previous one so he looked back. By this point
Equius had three fingers inside himself and was rocking down onto them. He then
took them out and began to rub the remaining slickness all over Tavros’s
erection. Tavros choked up a the sensation, it felt good but the fingers had
just come from that disgusting place and it was Equius who was touching him.
When he felt the warmth of the slick hole above him, he wanted to throw up. He
tried to concentrate on any other sensation, so he picked up on his breathing
being the loudest in the room. It seemed Equius was holding his breath as he
lowered himself onto Tavros, going back down to half hard in the process and
shuddering as he made slow progress. The next small sensation Tavros’s frantic
brain hooked onto in an effort to not enjoy this was even more horrifying. It
seemed that Equius had bent his head down to watch himself sinking onto Tavros,
and something about this view of the shaft had him salivating over time. A bit
of spit had slipped out of the openings in his grimace, was dripping onto his
stomach, sliding down and pooling in his belly button.
Tavros had coherently asked for assistant earlier, hoping someone had been near
enough this room to hear him. He had gotten a very threatening gesture from
Equius and had stopped. Now he resumed, this time with sobbing, incoherent
wails that expressed the wordlessness of his horror. He stopped though when the
tone of his yells kept wavering in the middle with each movement of Equius up
or down on his dick. He sped up, hard again at the traumatized wailing, and was
working up a pace, a sheen of sweat appearing along his shoulders and thighs.
He leaned back a bit, long black hair limply slapping against itself with each
bounce and breath coming out almost like laughing through what was now a grin.
When Equius began moaning and talking at him, he had to clench his eyes shut,
contemplating enjoying the tight heat all around his dick if it would mean he
could tune out the Equius’s voice.
“God you’re. Very big. Glad gA cut bellow the hipsss-”
That wet hiss again interrupted his speech patterns. Tavros tried to flex his
hips up form his stomach, hoping it would rattle Equius out of his thought
process, but it only caused the hiss to spike and go on longer than necessary.
“Such a good, big dick. A low blood like you doesn’t deserve it.”
Tavros could hear the slight sound of Equius’s hand starting to move over his
erection.
“Maybe I should tell her you leak a bit. That its bad for the robotics.”
Tavros shuddered; Equius’s narration was becoming more disturbing than anything
he was physically doing.
“Yeaaahh… cut it off so I can have it…”
The legless troll had to open his eyes in shock at that last bit, just in time
to watch Equius hunch forward. His stokes were frantic and he’d settled for
just writhing on top of the tauros’s dick at a pace that would have been
obviously erratic if it had been slow enough to notice. Tavros could see at
this distance, face to face, that Equius had his eyes shut behind his
protective glasses. His breathing was still heavy, moisture being carried with
it onto Tavros’s face. It was that feeling below that was maddening, not the
presence of another, living troll so near his face. That’s how he would always
remember it, as why he got confused in that moment. Equius seemed to really
enjoy this gross act and all its features. Maybe being as gross would make this
less horrifying and more pleasurable. Tavros opened his mouth, air flow
rivaling Equius’s in intensity, and snuck his tongue forward to lick up some of
the foreign moisture from his lips. Before he could join his rapist in Rome,
his jaw snapped back up of its own accord, lips trembling and pressed flush
together to muffle the sound of his orgasm.
He didn’t notice in that oasis of bliss that his actions had prompted Equius to
open his eyes, greedily watching Tavros’s face as he came. He followed suit a
moment after, muttering contently about how dirty Tavros had made his insides.
‘Dirty’ reminded Tavros of exactly what was going on here, and he began to
weakly twist his torso back and forth, trying to shake the prone troll off the
top of it. Equius just looked up mildly, then over as one of his less finished
robots. He got up and off this still not flaccid penis he’d just ridden. He
ignored with grace the cum trailing down his leg as he fiddled with the half-
built robot. A red light lit up inside its left eye and it began making a
steady whirring noise. Equius looked under a panel on the back of the robots
head then tilted it towards Tavros’s spot in the corner. He was then back to
fiddle with the wires at the amputee’s wrists. He jumped back as if shocked
when he went to untangle the knots around Tavros’s right hand, then chuckled
darkly as he easily undid the ties around his left wrist.
“Well dirt-blood, I hope you can get that thing to go down eventually. I’ve got
to go wash off your filth. Have fun chafing.”
Tavros stammered out for an explanation from Equius as the other boy put on his
clothes and grabbed a spare set. All he got from the absconding troll was gruff
laughter and a vague indication that he’d be back to clean Tavros up later and
put him back in his now tuned up legs.
Tavros just accepted what he got and was glad the roboticist wasn’t remembering
that thing about stealing his dick. He and it were about to have to do some
serious bonding, unaware they were being filmed for later.
End Notes
     There was even a spot of fanart for this back in the day.
     It was wild!
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