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works/401898.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Karkat_Vantas/Equius_Zahhak
  Character:
      Karkat_Vantas, Equius_Zahhak
  Additional Tags:
      Dominance, Anal_Sex, Bad_Puns, Perspiration
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-05-14 Words: 3690
****** Deference ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     "Are you telling me I have to kill you for making stupid horse puns?"
     Karkat asks dryly, standing up and walking several steps from the
     bed. "I mean they're incredibly stupid, but still."
     "If you canter accept them, yes, but trot if you tolerate my
     behoofior," Equius says with a remarkably straight face despite his
     perspiration.
     For the kinkmeme: Equius being awkwardly dominated whilst destroying
     a bed, sweating excessively, and making astonishing amounts of stupid
     puns. Heavily revised and extended.
Notes
     Some parts are rewritten entirely, others are revised, still more are
     added in; throughout all of this, I could figure out no way to add
     the phrase "jockeying for position." Damn it.
For all that everyone mocks Karkat's leadership abilities, Equius included, the
highblood cannot fault him on availability. It takes only one request for his
time to bring Karkat into the empty corridor, angry but attentive as ever. He
stands against the wall and stares skeptically up at Equius, rigid and formal
in the center of the hallway.
"Because others are attempting..." Equius begins awkwardly, looking fixedly
over Karkat's head while grimacing, "I thought that perhaps..."
"What."
"Despite the difference in class," he starts again, but immediately realizes
that even bringing up the concept of caste is a terrible mistake. Sweat
trickles down his arms as he swallows hard. "This is...so lewd."
"What the hell," Karkat snaps as he crosses his arms uncomfortably, "you
haven't even gotten to the point and you're creeping me out. Spit it out."
"S-such uncouth language. Though it behooves one of your station-"
"Get to the point or shut up, dipshit!" His tone is so angry, so imperative,
that Equius reflexively straightens his posture as sweat pours down his face.
"Oh god, that wasn't an order, okay? Stop getting off on it, that's a fucking
order."
"Y-Yes, I shall cease bridling," Equius stammers, tilting his head up a little
more to avoid looking at Karkat. "But if you were to issue orders to me...if
you were amenable to..." He swallows again despite his dry mouth before he can
continue, hearing the soft plink of his own sweat on the metal floor. "Some
sort of red arrangement, perhaps I could...be subdued to such a scandalous
situation. Despite my superior blood."
He stares at a point high on the wall for a long moment, but when no response
comes he slowly lowers his head to look down at the smaller troll. Karkat gapes
up at him, rage and disgust vying for his expression. Rage, being on its home
ground, quickly wins.
"Wait, you're seriously talking down to me in the middle of a red solicitation?
You're making a fucking lake where you stand and you smell like a goddamn
filthy unwashed jockstrap and you're talking down to me?" he exclaims, voice
starting low and intense but ending on a sharp, high note. "You even included a
horse pun, you unbelievable asshole!" he continues, but suddenly stops and
starts to laugh softly, harshly. "Wait, maybe this is actually your plan. Maybe
you want to shatter my pelvis into jagged chunks and paralyze me for life to
restore the status quo! Or you could sever my bulge with your mouthful of
broken razor sharp fangs, or fucking break it off in yourself if you got a
little tense, whichever. Sounds great. Sign me up!"
"I would not hurt-" Equius begins with slightly wounded pride, but Karkat waves
a hand dismissively, one corner of his mouth wryly quirking up.
"Oh wait, we wouldn't actually get that far because you'd snap my spine and
three ribs trying to hug me or some shit. I would just lie there on the floor
cursing and cursing and cursing you with my collapsed breathing system and you
would say 'oh fiddlesticks' and drown me with sweat by standing over me and the
last thing I would see, the last thing I would fucking know, would be that you
got off on that because you're a goddamn freak. No. No, no, no. No."
Equius wholeheartedly expects that being berated by a lowblood will excite him,
thinking back fondly on the delights of being slapped around by Aradia, but
Karkat's unbroken disgusted rage at the idea is not so much arousing as
crushing; unwanted hatred based not on anything he did, but on everything he
is. Karkat, coming down from the heights of his rage to the well-worn usual
plateau of his rage, is as surprised as Equius at the twin blue lines of tears
on the highblood's face.
"What the hell, are you crying?"
"Nay," Equius says resolutely, pushing out his lower lip slightly and setting
his jaw.
"You can't lose extra water, you'll die of dehydration or some shit. I'm
ordering you to stop."
"I am quite sound," Equius sniffles.
"No, shut up. Stop fucking crying. It'll mess up your throat and I'll have to
hear you say you're a little hoarse and that will be a goddamn terrible pun so
stop it. Why are you even this upset?" Karkat mumbles uncomfortably, shifting
his feet. "By your asinine standards I'm not worth it."
"Yes, you aren't," Equius agrees with perfect equanimity.
"What? Fuck you!"
"But your qualities of leadership are...compelling...despite your status," he
continues, wiping his other eye with a frown. "And it is so difficult in this
place to meet...basic needs. To be adequately commanded."
"Wait, so you just want someone to order you around? You don't need a matesprit
or a kismesis for that, dipshit. Anyone can do that. Literally. Anyone."
"But to ask such a thing in person without making the proper arrangements, even
temporarily. It would be so...depraved," Equius protests, then freezes and
begins to perspire anew.
"I can't believe I'm even asking this," Karkat mumbles after a minute of
uncomfortably watching the sweat pour off him, "but what would I actually be
doing. Not as a matesprit," he adds, shuddering. "Just if I took temporary pity
on you. As your leader. To keep you functional."
"Oh," he says in shock, shuffling his metal shoes on the metal floor and
inadvertently making a hideous din. "Being pitied by such a low-"
"I'm leaving you in this hallway in five seconds to die of thirst if you don't
spit it out. Five, four, three-"
"Tell me what you want me to do," Equius tells him, the words escaping in one
breath. "Anything." Karkat gives him a long, appraising look, examining him,
and the indignity of being openly stared at by someone with no place in society
makes the highblood dizzy with excitement.
"Fine. Go to the ablution trap first, you smell disgusting."
===============================================================================
The order is less than exciting, but Equius obeys it in the hopes of making a
good impression. He is slightly disappointed that Karkat fails to ensure by
watching that he performs satisfactorily, instead choosing to stay in his own
respiteblock with his computer, but Equius rationalizes that naturally a
lowblood would not understand the intricacies of such commands. Yet as Equius
enters the room and golden eyes sweep over him again, over the towel wrapped
around his hips and the damp hair hanging over his shoulders, it is still
enough to bring a blue flush and a faint sheen of perspiration to his face.
"Probably for the first time ever," Karkat says from the bed, closing the lid
of his husktop, "you're using a towel right."
"I hope that it pleases you," he answers, standing fully upright to show off
his developed musculature in the hopes that his superior mangrit will be noted.
"Fuck no," Karkat mutters disappointingly.
"So you are difficult to please?" Equius asks, hopeful anyway as he approaches
the bed. "What can I do?"
"That's what I'm wondering," Karkat mumbles, setting the husktop on the floor.
It scuttles away to a corner and folds its legs in sleep mode. "What can I
even..."
"You must not shy away," Equius reprimands him suddenly. "You must take the
reins." Karkat stares at him in disbelief for a second.
"Goddamn it," he finally snaps, "get over here and sit down, that's order one.
Order two is cut out the goddamn horse puns before I cull you for glue. Order
three is don't fucking talk back to me when I'm giving you orders."
"Forgive me for my insubordination," Equius says excitedly, sitting down as his
perspiration breaks out in earnest. "You must punish me for this
transgression."
"Oh, I see what your stupid game is. Fine, I'll do it anyway just to spite you.
What's the customary punishment?"
"Usually death," Equius answers promptly. "As you know, the most adequate
Alternian punishment for nearly everything is-"
"Are you telling me I have to kill you for making stupid horse puns?" Karkat
asks dryly, standing up and walking several steps from the bed. "I mean they're
incredibly stupid, but still."
"If you canter accept them, yes, but trot if you tolerate my behoofior," Equius
says with a remarkably straight face, despite his perspiration. Karkat whirls
around, eyes blazing.
"Okay, that's it, you're fucking getting it now!" he snaps, shoving Equius's
shoulders hard, and although normally Equius would stare blankly at him without
moving he allows himself to collapse backward on the bed. He holds back a smile
as Karkat's hands lock around his unresisting throat, the lowblood straddling
his powerful hips and leaning forward to reach. "God, you're actually slippery.
Ugh."
"Apologies for saddling you with this."
"How are you even talking right now?" Karkat presses his thumbs in harder,
scowling.
"Well you see I am of fine mettle and quite spirited - hrrk!" His eyes roll
back in delight as Karkat is finally provoked to the right degree of squeezing.
"There! Goddamn," he pants. His eyes widen after a few moments, hands loosening
as sweat runs over his fingers. Equius gasps reflexively, drawing in a ragged
breath. "Oh gross, this really is doing it for - what the fuck is that!" he
snaps as he looks down behind himself.
"In all ways I am exceptionally strong," Equius tells him informatively,
flushing a deeper blue as the blood rushes back to his head.
"Strong nothing, it's fucking hu - well I guess it's nothing special for a
freak," Karkat says abruptly, voice regaining its normal timbre as he pointedly
looks away from the dark blue bulge arcing up behind him, directing his gaze at
the ceiling for a moment with extreme pathos. "What the fuck do you expect me
to do with that."
"I presume nothing," Equius responds, looking at him attentively. "You decide
what is to be done with it. With me."
"Right," Karkat agrees uncomfortably. "So, uh. What can I actually do to you?"
"Anything."
"I mean without you snapping my bulge off," he retorts, stripping off his
shirt. Equius notes with silent disdain his slim frame, small and wiry, more
suited to quickness than strength. "And there's no fucking way I'm taking that
thing."
"I can remain motionless. I am careful with my teeth." Karkat rolls to the
side, lying on his back as he slides his pants down his narrow hips, looking
over at the highblood with a frown.
"How careful?" he asks, kicking them off and palming his own half-hard bulge
self-consciously, stroking it with a nervous hand. Equius regards the brighter
color and smaller size of it with secret satisfaction. "Actually fuck it, I'm
not even risking that. If I stick this in you, am I losing it?"
"By no means," Equius reassures him, blushing deep blue to the tips of his
ears. "I have trained my body."
"So you won't break my fingers either."
"Nay."
"What did I tell you about puns?" Karkat sighs irritably as he gets out of bed,
sliding a hand under the pillow to retrieve a small bottle. "Roll over, I don't
want you watching me." Fervently as Equius misses the strangulation, this new
prospect makes him roll instantly, knees planted far apart on the bed as he
offers himself up to the troll standing behind him. Sweat courses freely down
his face as slick fingers move over his exposed nook, one slipping carefully
inside. "Goddamn. You're so fucking sweaty I practically don't need this."
"This is so-" Equius begins in a shaking voice, but before he can explain the
depravity of being used by someone with no social standing, Karkat slides
another finger in. "Oh. Depraved," he finishes anyway.
"Gross," Karkat mutters as a fresh wave of sweat dampens the bed. "And if you
start calling me 'lowblood' while I'm trying to pity you, so help me god,
they'll never find the body."
"Understood," Equius agrees, overwhelmed by the sense of surrender to someone
infinitely lower than himself. By resisting he could shatter Karkat's fingers,
but as he revels in the sense of being used by the unworthy he puts up no
resistance at all.
"You really are relaxed."
"I train," he explains vaguely, resting his weight on one forearm as he reaches
back to stroke his own bulge.
"Did I tell you to touch that?" Karkat asks abruptly, fingers crooking to press
into the ridges of the internal pleasure receptors. Equius stiffens in
surprise, letting go of the bulge, curling both hands tightly in the sheets.
"N-nay," he answers, the word erupting in a half-choked moan.
"Yeah, you think I don't know how this actually works." Karkat shoves him
forward and he obligingly rests his face on the bed, turning his head sideways
and staring at the wall as excitement sets his heart pounding. "But I do. I'm
the one giving the fucking orders," Karkat continues, awkward but forceful.
"You don't get it both ways, you don't do whatever the fuck you please." With
his other hand he yanks the crumpled towel away, casting it to the floor.
"Oh," Equius responds in shock at Karkat's sudden display of dominance,
fretfully tearing the sheets to shreds with twitches of his hands as the
smaller troll fingers him. "O-oh my," he adds, a shudder coursing through his
body.
"You're well-trained, right?" Karkat asks.
"Oh, yes."
"You don't do anything unless I order it," he commands with increasing
confidence, working a third digit in. Equius fights to stay relaxed as the
fingering continues, heat and pressure building in his stomach as his neglected
bulge throbs between his legs. "You don't get off until I tell you to."
"Yes-"
"So now," Karkat goes on, interrupting him with a condescending dismissiveness
that makes him whimper, "beg for what you want."
"Please," he whines, tearing the shreds of the sheet into smaller shreds, hips
jerking slightly.
"Please what?"
"P-please," he chokes, digging his fingers into the mattress and instantly
breaking through. "Make use of me."
"What's that?" Karkat asks carelessly, rubbing the receptors hard as Equius
curls trembling fingers around the metal bedsprings and groans, ecstatic to be
demeaned and so casually disregarded. "Did you say something?"
"Yes," he stammers, quaking and half-thrusting with every careless pass of the
fingertips over his pulsing receptors.
"Come on," Karkat murmurs, quickly stroking his own bulge with the other hand.
"I can't hear you."
"I asked politely," he enunciates with an effort, "if-"
"Forget it," Karkat interrupts, pulling the digits out with an abruptness that
leaves Equius achingly empty, draws a half-muffled groan from his throat and a
fresh wave of sweat from his body. "It doesn't matter. I'll decide what you
want."
"O-oh," Equius gasps in a haze of arousal, astonished at being understood. Thin
fingers dig into his hips, holding him, and the feeling of Karkat's bulge
pressing against his spread, receptive nook makes him shudder with mingled
highblooded disgust and violent need.
"If you need me to stop," Karkat says abruptly, "for anything, tell me." He
pauses for a moment, hands tensing and relaxing. "Answer me."
"Yes," Equius acknowledges impatiently, motionless in anticipation.
"Don't pull any stupid bullshit and do things you don't want to," Karkat
continues, almost sympathetic in a way that irritates Equius more than it
soothes him. "Don't ignore your limits like I give a fuck how stoic or
impressive or strong you are, because if you asked me to measure how many fucks
I give about it I wouldn't even need your tiny fucking thinkpan to carry them
around in."
"I understand," he grates out in frustration, unable to ask Karkat to continue.
"I know you want to be used by me," Karkat informs him as he strains not to
push back, knowing the hands on his hips are as powerless to hold him in place
as he is powerless to resist the will behind them. "You want to be my pail." He
takes in a shuddering breath to agree despite his disgust, would agree in that
moment with anything that came from Karkat's lips, and the instant the word
leaves his mouth Karkat slides into him with a grunt. Equius's remaining breath
is forced back out in a low keening as he claws deeper into the bed.
Even without a hand on his bulge Equius nearly loses it at once, his entire
body jerking reflexively. Karkat lets out a hiss as muscle nearly constricts
with terrible force around him. Mangling bedsprings in his quivering fingers,
Equius relaxes to let the smaller troll thrust into him, harsh pants already
escaping his mouth. His ignored bulge moves heavy and aching with each snap of
Karkat's hips and he shudders with frustration, holding himself motionless and
obedient as sweat courses down its length, gritting his teeth so hard that he
is nearly certain he feels one crack.
"Oh god," Karkat pants in disgust as his hands are soaked in sweat again.
"Ugh."
"I, I cannot hold, I must-" Equius groans, trembling and straining as the head
of Karkat's bulge rubs his already overstimulated receptors with each push.
"You'll fucking wait for it," snaps Karkat. Equius shudders in mixed revulsion
and elation, straining in a delirious fugue to hold himself back as Karkat
thrusts into him harder, quicker, obviously close to finishing already. "This
is what you wanted, right?" Karkat asks suddenly, all breathless solicitude
amidst the soft slap of flesh on flesh, and this is worse yet because Equius is
fully aware that the real sentiment behind the words is nothing of the sort.
Karkat's tone is as thoughtful as his hands and body are not. The juxtaposition
sends a bolt of excitement straight to Equius's bulge.
"Oh fiddlesticks," he groans, shivering as he presses his face into the
mattress.
"Answer me," Karkat commands with a faint edge in his voice, fully confident at
last, sweat dripping from his own hair as his fingers dig into Equius's hips.
"Yes," Equius manages, breath escaping him in a wave when he turns his head.
"So, what did you want?" Karkat asks, leaning over, slowing his motions to
delay his own climax.
"I-" He closes his eyes tightly at the feeling of Karkat's sweat mingling with
his own, revolted and impossibly excited as his bulge sways unstimulated
beneath him. "Tell me what I want."
"Oh - right," Karkat breathes, sounding vaguely surprised. "You want me to fill
you up."
"Oh," Equius scarcely manages to whine, unable to disagree but scarcely able to
process something so unspeakable, paralyzed as genetic material leaks slowly
from his neglected bulge. The repeated, hard rub of the bulge over his
receptors milks the blue fluid slowly out of him, his body quaking as sweat
pours freely on the bed. Lost in quaking spasms, he is incapable of deciding
whether he wants Karkat to notice his loss of control or not.
"Fill you up with that color you hate," Karkat continues, speeding up again and
evoking another desperate whine as Equius balances on the edge. This is far
worse than the previous times, his entire being torn between the need to deny
himself and the need to finish, desperately holding back under the pressure as
his swaying bulge throbs and aches for release. "That's what you want." If
Karkat says anything more, it goes unheard through the rush of blood in his
head and the sound of his voice agreeing as though from somewhere beneath him.
Just as he is certain that Karkat will outlast, he feels a hot rush of genetic
material gushing out around the bulge inside him and nearly faints at the
unspeakable depravity of being filled with the red fluid, his eyes rolling back
momentarily as Karkat lets out a slow, shuddering exhalation and pulls slowly
back. Equius emits an unintelligible sound of shock.
"You got what you wanted," Karkat finally murmurs. "Get yourself off."
"Yes," Equius gasps, instantly seizing his long-neglected bulge with a shaking
hand. Karkat's genetic material leaks from his nook, slicking his strokes
before he rolls over on his back, and his long denial combined with the sight
of the bright red fluid on his own hand and bulge when he looks down set him
off with such intensity that again he nearly passes out in ecstatic revulsion.
"Holy shit," Karkat mumbles, taking a defensive step back as Equius holds a
trembling hand over his own bulge. "You're making me a new one of these weird
cocoons later," he adds as blue fluid flows freely on the soaked sheets,
mingling with red to produce a bright violet. Equius is too far gone in the
intensity of his long-delayed climax to hear him, bucking into his own hand and
emitting one last wave of sweat before he sprawls back, nearly unconscious and
panting in exhaustion.
He lies motionless for a minute, chest rising and falling unsteadily as he
stares at the ceiling, until rough hands spread his unresisting legs again. He
takes in a sharp breath before realizing that Karkat is cleaning him off with
the towel.
"Oh," he says uncertainly, flexing his hands in the remnants of the sheets.
"Come on," Karkat snarls. "I'd offer you the dry spot but you didn't leave one,
you thoughtless nooksniffer."
"Mm," Equius answers, gradually realizing that Karkat had pulled out after all;
most of the fluid hit only his skin. "This amount-"
"Shut the fuck up," Karkat snaps, "I'm being responsible. You still don't think
I get how this works?" His mouth curves down sharply at the edges. "After this
I'm through pitying you. Forever. That was disgusting."
"It was," Equius agrees, closing his eyes to avoid looking at Karkat. "And so
horribly depra-"
"I swear if you say 'depraved' one more time I'm shoving this fucking towel
straight up your nook." He pauses, shuddering. "But you'd probably get off on
that. God, you're creepy."
"I shall try to rein it in," Equius murmurs, half-conscious, frustration
dissipated. "Despite your lack of station, your leadership was...adequate," he
adds, the barest hint of condescension creeping into his voice. "I will rest
here when clean."
"Fuck you," Karkat snorts, throwing the towel into the corner. "Asshole."
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