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works/193245.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      John_Egbert/Karkat_Vantas
  Character:
      John_Egbert, Karkat_Vantas
  Additional Tags:
      Kinkmeme, Sex_Pollen, PWP
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-05-01 Words: 1955
****** Complications ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     There were many complications involved with interspecies cooperation
     that none of them expected; this was one of the more… distracting
     ones.
John was the first to figure out a way into the veil.
Well, perhaps 'figure out' is giving him a little too much credit. The most
accurate phrasing would probably be 'the first to fall headfirst into a
convenient space-time rift like a total idiot'.
He would argue later on that it wasn't his fault; he was simply doing the
salamanders in the village a favor by inspecting their well, which had been
glowing strangely the last few days, when he had leaned a bit to far and
tumbled in. But at this moment, defending his dignity is the furthest thing
from his mind.
He lands with a thump on the hard metal floor of a strange laboratory, dizzy
from the sudden shock of inter-dimensional travel. A groan escapes his lips as
he struggles into a seated position, rubbing his sore backside.
The first thing he notices is the unexpected warmth, apparently caused by the
massive server towers lining the walls, cooling fans humming a low drone. A
solitary interface console sits against the far wall. John rises to unsteady
feet and walks over to inspect the glowing screen.
It's all gibberish, the whole display filled up with strange spiky letters. He
fiddles with the input, pressing a few buttons experimentally.
He freezes when he hears footsteps behind him.
He whips around to look at the doorway that serves as the rooms only exit. It
leads out into an empty hallway, but he can tell it won't be empty much longer.
The footsteps are coming closer, and his first instinct is to hide but there is
nowhere TO hide in here. He settles for squishing himself into the far corner
and trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Whoever, or WHATEVER they are,
it sounds like they're by themselves. John breathes deeply and tries not to
panic as they draw closer and closer, the footsteps joined by annoyed
muttering.
John holds his breath as the stranger steps into sight and enters the room.
Predictably, the first thing he notices is John scrunched into the corner, teal
suit like a neon sign against his dull grey surroundings.
"Who the fuck is in there?" the stranger snaps, squinting into the dark room
from the doorway.
It takes John a moment of panicked staring before it clicks; this is one of the
trolls!
His eyes dart to the symbol on his shirt and sees the star sign cancer in a
charcoal grey. My god, it's…
"Karkat!" he shouts, rising quickly to his feet. "It's me, John! Oh my god, I
can't believe I'm seriously in the Veil right now!" He stands there awkwardly
until Karkat's stance relaxes, the death glare replaced with a baffled scowl,
before nearly sprinting across the room to throw his arms around the other
boy's neck, babbling excitedly. "I thought we were never going to find a way to
get to you guys! But I fell in a well today and I landed here in this lab and
oh man this is sooooo cooooool…"
"Jesus, John, you're even more annoying in person."
John laughs and releases his stranglehold on Karkat's neck, noticing a slight
perfume-y smell in the air. His stomach feels a bit odd all of a sudden, but he
supposes that must just be from all the warping he's done today. They stand
there for a moment, getting a good look at each other. John grins like an
idiot, and Karkat wears what John rightly assumes is a near permanent scowl,
made all the more unconvincing by a slight red flush in his cheeks.
"You look more like an idiot in person, too." Karkat grumbles.
John laughs, "Well, you look even more angry than you sound online, so I guess
we're even."
It suddenly feels even more overly-warm in here, and the perfume smell is
stronger this close to Karkat. John sniffs the air and feels his stomach do
another flip, an almost dizzy feeling worming into his head. "Karkat, are you,
umm… are you wearing perfume?" he mutters, and the words feel heavy in his
mouth.
Karkat scowls harder. "What? Of course I'm not, fuckass. You think I got all
dolled up just because on some off chance your stupid ass might get dumped in
here?"
John shakes his head, eyebrows knitting together. "You just…. you smell really
good." He looks up at Karkat's face, suddenly very interested in his lips.
This is… odd, to say the least. The warm, dizzy feeling intensifies with every
breath of sweet air he takes. Karkat blushes and mutters something angrily, but
it gets lost in the cotton that has apparently replaced John's brain.
The smell shifts, taking on a musky quality, and John outright whimpers as he
feels himself harden. Mind blank except for the sight of Karkat's flushed face,
he licks his lips and pounces, arms wrapping tightly around Karkat's shoulders
as he crushes their lips together. Karkat stiffens and John kisses him
franticly without response for a few moments, until he suddenly registers a
strangled moan and Karkat's mouth melts into the contact. He'd been wanting
this for a long time, who was he to complain?
John presses himself against him, running his tongue along those sharp teeth
before moving to explore the rest of his mouth. They stumble backwards into the
wall, John's arms leaving Karkat's neck to run his hands down his sides. He
feels hands, burning hot against his hips, and they clutch tightly as he grinds
himself into the body in front of him, feeling a growing hardness against his
already rigid cock.
Karkat breaks away, gasping. "John, what are you doing?" he nearly moans.
The smell is all encompassing now, cloying in it's intensity. John whimpers
again, burying his face into the hollow of the other boy's collarbone. "I don't
know." he chokes out, whispering it like a mantra as his hands slide down to
Karkat's waistband, dipping under the fabric of his shirt to explore the flat
expanse of his stomach. Karkat whimpers as John begins to suck at his
collarbone, nipping his way up his exposed neck.
Before long they are lip-locked again, John grinding against him with a
torturous rhythm. "Clothes…" John moans, already pulling at the waistband of
Karkat's jeans. He moves to take care of his shirt as John undoes his fly, and
he lets out a relieved moan as his cock is freed from the tight fabric. Shirt
discarded, he reaches to undo Johns belt and pants as he struggles frantically
with his suit jacket and tie. He manages to get the jacket off and the tie and
collar loosened before he loses patience, dragging Karkat down to the ground
with him.
John whimpers as their naked arousals rub together, and grinds up into Karkat's
hips needily. "P-please, Karkat…" He bites back a whimper as sharp teeth nip at
his neck, followed by a blissful sucking sensation. "Please…"
Karkat pulls away, taking in John's flushed face and wide eyes, pupils dilated
out leaving only thin rings of blue. "Please what?" He growls, voice rough and
unsteady with arousal. John bucks up into him, all sense of shame gone with the
musk settled over his mind. "Fuck me." he whimpers, and the words go straight
to Karkat's cock.
He fumbles with his sylladex, swearing, and eventually manages to produce a
small bottle, John writhing impatiently beneath him all the while. "Hold still,
idiot." Karkat rasps, pulling back to settle John's legs on either side of
himself. He coats his fingers in lube, pressing a single digit against John's
entrance. John keens desperately as the finger slides inwards, trying to buck
into the contact but stopped by a steady hand on his hip. "Jesus, John, you've
never done this before, have you?" He's tight as a vice around Karkat's finger,
but John is too far gone to even register that fact. "More, please." He
whimpers frantically, and Karkat obliges, pressing a second finger inside. John
begs without words, trembling with want, until Karkat adds a third and
stretches him as gently as possible.
John whines when Karkat removes his fingers, moving to position himself between
his legs. He coats himself with more lube than necessary and pushes inside,
letting out a gruff moan as he is enveloped in tight heat, listening as John
gasps and keens. In a moment he is buried to the hilt, giving John a moment to
adjust before pulling out a ways and thrusting back in, relishing the startled
moan he lets out.
He sets into a rhythm as John encircles him with his legs, thrusting steadily
into him as his fingernails scrabble for purchase on the metal floor. John
moans with abandon, shamelessly needy as he bucks back into every thrust,
tilting his hips to improve the angle. With the strange perfume in control of
his body, it doesn't take long before he's close to his peak, writhing and
trembling underneath Karkat as the even thrusts continue. "Fuck… jesus Karkat,
harder. Harder."
Karkat complies, pounding himself into John's shaking body, red tinged sweat
beading on his forehead.
With a final desperate keen, John tightens like a vise around Karkat, hips
jerking as he comes in spurts onto his stomach. Karkat slows, still a ways from
his own release, and gives John a chance to come back to his senses.
It doesn't take long until the smell of musk has him ready again, pushing up
into Karkat. "You're fucking insatiable Egbert, christ."
"Shut up" he mutters back without any bite, voice thick and content. He groans
as Karkat hits a particularly wonderful angle, pushing his hips upward.
"Let me get on top, okay?"
Karkat bristles for a moment "You're not putting it in me, Egbert."
"That's not what I meant asshole, just lie back okay?"
After a few moments of struggle, John gets Karkat on his back and straddles
him, applying another coating of lube to Karkat's now aching cock. John eases
himself down onto it, much more smoothly this time, and begins to grind himself
down hard.
Karkat moans and clutches at Johns hips as he rides him in earnest, slamming
himself down mercilessly with shaking thighs. John whimpers and mewls as he
tilts to the perfect angle, Karkat thrusting upwards into every movement.
Finally, Karkat moans and digs his claws into John's hips, coming in a torrent
of red genetic material. It spills out of John to pool on the floor, and the
sensation pushes him over the edge. He comes again, softer but still consuming,
as the genetic material pulses into him.
He collapses onto Karkat, both of them sticky with sweat and come.
They lay there for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow, until John whimpers
and stirs. Karkat can feel him hardening again against his stomach, looking at
him wide eyed. "Is this… normal for humans?" He asks gruffly. John looks up at
him, eyebrows knit together in a worried expression. "No, it's not." He manages
to choke out. "I don't know what's wrong with me…"
Whatever it is, it seems to be wearing off at least a bit, because John's face
is the picture of embarrassment. "I keep smelling something really good and
it's going straight to my… my…" he gives up, too mortified to finish the
sentence.
Karkat stares for a moment, thinking. "Well…" he says after a few moments. "I
can think of a lot of worse ways for a first meeting to go, to be honest." A
grin passes briefly over his face.
John shifts uncomfortably on top of him, trying and failing to find a position
where he wasn't digging his cock into Karkat's stomach. "Can we… go again?"
Karkat takes a brief moment of consideration.
"Why not?"
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