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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Kanaya_Maryam/Karkat_Vantas
  Character:
      Karkat_Vantas, Kanaya_Maryam, Dave_Strider, Rose_Lalonde
  Additional Tags:
      Pale_Romance_|_Moirallegiance, Masturbation, Minor_Rose_Lalonde/Kanaya
      Maryam, Bulges_and_Nooks, Pale_Porn, Hand_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-14 Completed: 2017-01-09 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 2348
****** Don't Turn Your Back On Me ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Kanaya was ignoring him again.
Notes
     Additional tags will be added later.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Kanaya was ignoring him again. She was with Rose, always with Rose. Karkat
watched as Rose giggled and kissed her matesprit. He watched as they began
making out passionately, right in the middle of the meteor where everyone could
see. He watched until his eyes burned with some emotion he couldn’t place. He
would not cry. He wouldn’t.
A hand tapped his shoulder and he spun around. “What!?” he said through
clenched teeth.
“Woah, man, no need to get so hostile.” Dave backed up slowly with his hands
up. “Just thought I should distract you from the ladysnogging before you
started assaulting them with your eyeballs.”
Karkat’s frown turned deeper. “I don’t care if they snog. Who said I care if
they snog?”
Dave snickered. “You’re really bad at lying, Karkat. If I wasn’t convinced
before, I am now. You know what you want.”
“Oh yeah? And what is that, Dave?”
Dave leaned in, like he was about to whisper a secret. Karkat sucked in a deep
breath.
“Them to stop snogging,” said Dave. Karkat pulled his head back.
“Well, of course I do!” he said angrily.
“Oh?” Dave said.
“They’re always in the middle of the meteor, making out and feeling each other
up right in front of everyone! Like, get a room! Geez! It’s not that hard! Here
let me demonstrate.” Karkat lifted up both his hands, engulfed in the sleeves
of his sweater like sock puppets.
He raised one puppet and began opening and closing its mouth. “Kanaya, I do
love making out with you in front of all our friends, but perhaps we should do
it somewhere a bit more private? We don’t want poor Karkat to lose his lunch.”
“Why yes, Rose, that sounds like a marvelous idea! Let us make way to my room
ASAP!”
Karkat lowered his hands and turned back to Dave. “There! See? An easy fucking
solution!”
Dave’s mouth was a thin line. “Uh, Karkat.”
“What!?” Karkat practically yelled.
Dave pointed behind him. Karkat turned slowly. There stood the meteor’s new
power couple, with entertained smirks on their faces. Kanaya’s eyebrow was
quirked at Karkat, and Rose had an expression of amused intrigue on her face.
“I had no idea our gestures of affection bothered you so much, Karkat,” said
Rose.
“Yeah, well, that’s because they’re more like gestures of extreme and gross
makeout sessions,” Karkat replied. “That’s shit I do NOT want to see.”
“Ah, yes,” said Kanaya, “let us take this to my room, Rose. After all, we would
not want poor Karkat to lose his lunch.”
The two girls laughed and headed off to the transportalizer that would take
them to Kanaya’s room. Karkat balled his hands into fists and began walking in
the same direction. “Woah, Karkat,” Dave said, “I don’t think they’re looking
for a threesome.”
“I don’t want a threesome, Strider. I want to go to my room so I can fume in
peace.”
And with that he stomped off, stepped onto his transportalizer, and flopped
onto the bed that Dave had insisted on him trying.
It wasn’t fair. Kanaya was his moirail. She should be spending just as much
time with him as Rose. Instead she was off with her all the time, kissing her
with her perfect lips, looking at her with her perfect eyes…
Karkat reached around his large stomach for his pants. He could feel his bulge
already pressing against them. This was wrong, he knew it was wrong since the
moment he started this. If moirails wanted to pail, which they weren’t supposed
to in the first place, they should tell each other about it first so they can
work it out. Find someone else to ease off the sexual tension. But ha, thought
Karkat as he unzipped his pants and took out his bulge, it’s not like she talks
to me anyways.
He couldn’t see his bulge over his stomach, but he could feel it, already
slightly wet and squirming in his hand. He stroked up and down, feeling it
pulse with his heartbeat. Kanaya. Beautiful Kanaya, with her prominent nose and
wide hips. Her hand would be more slender around him, more gentle. Her fingers
would be thinner, more delicate yet somehow stronger.
Karkat pumped faster as he imagined it, imagined her mouth now, sharp teeth and
green lips around his bulge. She would suck and lick him, keeping her teeth out
of his way as she tasted his fluid on her tongue. Karkat bit back a moan as he
imagined her taking him deep into her throat. Her mouth would leak his juices
down her face and when she was done, she would lick it all off.
It was that image that made him finally cum, the image of his dear moirail
licking his spunk from her lips. He cried out as the image burned into his mind
as he pumped himself hard throughout his orgasm. When he was done he got up and
cleaned himself off. He took off his clothes and climbed into his recuperacoon
before sleeping, dreaming of green lips and sharp fangs.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     "I missed you too."
Chapter Notes
     Warning: Pale Karnaya smut
     The next day, Kanaya pulled Karkat aside.  “Karkat, we need to talk,” she
said.
 
     “What about?”  Karkat was anxious.  What if this was the end of their
moirallegiance?
 
     “Let’s go to my room so we can discuss in private.”
 
     “Okay.”
 
     They walked in awkward silence through the halls of the meteor.  Karkat
glanced up at Kanaya occasionally.  After a few minutes he noticed she was
glancing back at him in the same fashion.   Cute .  Karkat mentally smacked
himself for that thought.  He was already in deep enough water as it was, no
need to plunge his head right in.
 
     Kanaya held the door for Karkat when they reached her room.  “Thanks,” he
muttered.  The corners of Kanaya’s mouth quirked up in a quick smile.  Her room
was small but neat.  There was a mannequin in the corner wearing an unfinished
dress and a tall mirror against the wall.  She did not have a bed like Karkat
did; it seemed Dave only cared about pestering Karkat by insisting he try it.
 There was, however, a small, fluffy rug on which Kanaya sat.  After some
hesitation, Karkat followed her.
 
     They sat in silence for two seconds.  Then Kanaya spoke up.  “Karkat, that
outburst yesterday was, well, you have something on your mind don’t you?”
 
     Karkat’s brows furrowed.  She wanted to play the caring moirail now?  Her
frowned at her.  She tilted her head as if to say,  go on, let it out .
 
     “It’s nothing,” he said gruffly, looking away from her.  She quirked an
eyebrow in return.
 
     “If it was nothing, you wouldn’t have bothered mentioning it in the first
place.  Talk to me, Karkat.  Tell me what’s wrong.  I know I haven’t been the
best moirail lately, but I want to help you.”
 
     “Oh, so now she admits it.”  Karkat turned to face her, his expression
sharp.  “You knew all along that you were ignoring me and you did nothing about
it!”
 
     “Actually, I just realised it yesterday.”  She looked down at her hands.
 “I’m sorry I didn’t realise sooner.  I guess I got caught up in, well, Rose
and I… I forgot about you, Karkat.  I’m sorry.”
 
     “Yeah.  You should be.  I can’t believe you just…”  Oh no.  He was not
starting to cry.  He wasn’t.
 
     “Karkat.”  Her voice was hoarse.
 
“What?”  Karkat was  not  sniffling.  Kanaya took his hands in her own.
 
“I miss you,” she said.
 
     Karkat sucked in a deep breath.  “I miss you too.”
 
     Dammit, he was full on crying now.  He let out a sob and Kanaya pulled him
into a tight hug.  She pet his hair and softly muttered to him as he cried into
her shoulder, clutching her tightly.
 
This went on for a while, until Kanaya’s gentle pets and soothing words calmed
him down.  He soaked up the physical affection for a few moments longer, before
pulling away.  There was something else he needed to discuss.
 
“Kanaya, um, there’s something I need to talk about.”
 
“Yes?”
 
He took a deep breath.  “Lately I’ve been having… feelings for you that aren’t
pale.”  He could feel his face heat up as he said this.  “They’re not red
either though!  They’re just, uh…”  Kanaya quirked her head.  Karkat’s face got
hotter.  “They’re sexual.  Sexual thoughts.  And I know it’s wrong as fuck to
feel like this, but I just…”
 
She smiled at him.  “Karkat, it’s perfectly natural.”  
 
“What?”
 
“It’s not always the way it is in your romcoms.  When I was with Vriska, we
still had those feelings for each other.  And sometimes we acted upon them.”
 
“You did?”
 
“Yes.  I believe it is healthier to consensually act upon your feelings than to
keep them inside.”
 
The room was quiet for a bit as Karkat pondered what she’d said.
 
“Kanaya?”
 
“Yes?”
 
“Do you feel that way about me?”
 
The room was quiet once more.  After a moment, Kanaya spoke up.  “No,” she
said.
 
“Oh.”
 
“That does not mean I am unwilling to, ah, help you with this however.  You are
my moirail, and if it helps for you to get out your feelings, I will help you
do it.”
 
Karkat’s ears perked up.  “You will?”
 
“Yes.”
 
“Okay.”
 
“Right.”
 
“Sure.”
 
They sat in awkward silence for a second.  “So,” began Karkat, “how do we
start?”
 
“You’ve never done this before, have you?
 
“No.”
 
“Then let’s start like this.”  Kanaya pulled Karkat closer to her, so that
their knees were touching.  She let go of one of his hands to cup his cheek and
gently kiss him.  They’d done this before, chaste, platonic kisses had always
been Karkat’s favorite.  But then the kiss got deeper; Kanaya pressed her lips
against Karkat’s firmly, then her tongue.  Her hands moved to rub Karkat’s
sides beneath his sweater as he opened his mouth to her, sighing out as he felt
her tongue slip past his lips and her fingers brush his sensitive grub scars.
 
She slid one of her hands down to Karkat’s pants as she explored his mouth.
 Karkat gasped when she finally fumbled his zipper open and pushed his
underwear down, allowing his bulge to burst free and wrap itself around her
hand.  Kanaya parted her mouth from his as she began stroking it, up and down.
 Her hand was firm and steady as his bulge twisted within its grasp.  She moved
from base to tip, turning her hand and squeezing gently at the base.  Karkat
buried his head in her neck.
 
“Kanaya,” Karkat grumbled.
 
“What?”
 
“S’not enough.”
 
“Would you like me to touch your nook as well?”
 
“Please.”
 
“Okay then.”  She moved her hands from his side and from his bulge to pull down
his pants.  His underwear was wet with fluid.  She returned to stroking his
bulge with one hand while the other reached down to trace the rim of his nook.
 Karkat let out a noise at that and buried his face further against her.  “Is
this okay?” asked Kanaya as she positioned her finger against his nook.
 
“Yes,” Karkat replied in an embarrassingly shrill voice.  So Kanaya continued,
slowly pressing her finger into him.  Karkat clicked and groaned all the while.
 He hadn’t known nooks were this sensitive all around, though he’d heard about
it. It felt amazing, to have that area filled with such sensation.  
 
When Kanaya’s finger had sunk all the way in, she pressed it against the side
of his nook and stroked upwards.  Karkat pulled his head away from Kanaya’s
neck and moaned.  It felt so good, to have her inside him and around him.
 “More,” he begged.
 
Kanaya complied, stroking him again just like that, continuously and in time
with the pumps on his bulge.  Karkat keened as he rocked into her hands.
 Kanaya gently kissed him on the temple as she continued to pump and stroke
him.  “Would you like me to use a second finger?” she asked.
 
“Yes, please.”  
 
She slowly moved her finger out so she could insert another.  Her second finger
pressed against the edge of his nook.  “Please,” he rasped.  She carefully slid
it in.  Karkat gasped at the sensation of having two fingers inside him.  He
felt full.  And then she crooked her fingers inside of him and he let out a
shout.
 
“F-fuck!”  He almost came.
 
“You liked that?” Kanaya asked sweetly, still stroking his bulge.
 
“More,” breathed Karkat.  Kanaya gave one more stroke inside of him, and then
she crooked her fingers again.  Karkat practically collapsed onto her.  Kanaya
began to pump faster on his bulge as she nuzzled her face into his hair.  She
continued to stroke and curl her fingers inside of his nook, in time with the
pumping on his bulge, faster and faster until Karkat’s vision went white and he
came with a shout.  
 
Kanaya stroked him through his orgasm, murmuring gentle encouragements into his
hair.  When Karkat was done he pulled away, flushed and embarrassed.  “Sorry,”
he muttered.
 
“Don’t apologize.”  She stood up.  “Let me find a towel.”  Karkat sat in
silence as he waited.  She soon came back with clean hands and a towel as
promised.  “Do you want me to grab some clean clothes from your room as well?”
she asked as he cleaned himself off.
 
“No, my clothes aren’t that dirty.”  He got up and handed the towel back.  “...
Thank you,” he said.
 
“It is no trouble.”  Kanaya smiled and kissed his forehead.  “Anytime you want
to talk, just send me a message on Pesterchum, okay?”
 
Karkat nodded.  “Okay.”
 
“Take care, now.”

“I will.”  And with that, he left, shutting the door behind him.
***** An Explanation *****
Okay, so I know Karnaya is lesbian erasure. Because, y'know, Kanaya is a
lesbian. The thing is, this was actually written by a Kanaya fictive in my
system. So she kinda erased herself? Which is okay I guess. She hopes she gave
off the impression that she isn't sexually or romantically interested in Karkat
in this fic.
Also, if this fic seems too short, that's because there was originally gonna be
another chapter. Oh well.
Anyways, Im out!
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