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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Gamzee_Makara/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Gamzee_Makara, Dave_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, but_not_really, it_looks_like_it's_dubcon_but_just_wait,
      Caliginous_Romance_|_Kismesis, Dreams, Dream_Sex, Wet_Dream, Darkness,
      Tendrils, Fear_Play, Mind_Games, Chucklevoodoos, Frottage, Xeno,
      Nightmares, Memory_Loss, Established_Relationship, meteor_setting
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-09-10 Words: 1728
****** In his dreams ******
by Lacertae
Summary
     Gamzee/Dave drabble, blackrom pwp, meteor setting.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
In his dreams, he’s scared.
There’s darkness coiling around him, wafts of heavy, waspy black waves circling
around him, touching his cheeks, curling around his arms.
They feel cold, like ice, wrapping around his sleeves, slithering under his
clothes, chilling his skin.
He is afraid, but he has no idea why –he doesn’t know what is happening, and
for that instant, all he knows is that it’s dark, he’s afraid, and he’s
                                                                          
         alone
and all he wants is for it to end.
He runs.
The corridors around him are familiar, or at least a part of him recognizes
them, but he can’t focus on them, he can’t focus on thinking, like his memories
are greasy and slippery and his hands simply can’t take hold on them. The
moment passes, and once again he’s thrown into unfamiliar, foreign territory.
The walls seem to close around him, more dark coils chasing him as he runs and
he just
                   can’t stop or they’ll get him
So he tries to run faster, but his feet are heavy, his legs burn with strain,
and his lungs feel like he’s breathing underwater.
He’s choking.
Faces flicker in the dark, familiar faces, scary eyes glowing between the thick
mist, and he shivers and tries to close his eyes, but once again
         he’s not allowed to
                                      he can’t close his eyes
                                                                 he can’t look
away.
He’s scared.
He doesn’t know why, but he is, and if he lets go, if he stops
                                                              They will get him
So he keeps running, slower and slower, his body heavy and his heart racing in
his chest, and the faces are all around him, their hands stretching towards
him, and the coils of darkness wrap around his arms, around his legs, slither
under his shirt,
                   Every spot they touch freezes, and the cold spreads
He slumps down, but the darkness holds him up, drags him above the floor, until
he’s dangling there
                                                                 Like a ragdoll
And the coils aren’t hurting him, but he’s choking, he doesn’t want it, he
wants to be free, he wants to scream, and the cold is spreading
                                                             And then he comes.
His face is painted, ghastly against the dark background, eyes burning hot,
filling his insides with a fire that almost chases away the freezing coldness
in his body, and he arches his back against the restraints when a hand fall on
his cheek.
Contrary to what he expects, the motion is gentle, almost caring –it uproots
him, it makes the world topple over, and the darkness tendrils rub at his skin,
making it tingle.
The hand softly presses against his throat, and the pressure is painful,
robbing the last of his breath away, but at the same time heat is spreading
where the hand is touching and he quivers, a gasp passing through his lips
                                      He wants the touch
He doesn’t want the touch
                   He’s the one he is running from, but now that they’re close,
he wonders
                                                             why is he running.
He looks up, meeting a pair of sharp, indigo eyes, and he feels himself
spiralling into nothingness, the contours blurring away until the only thing
that matters is his face, and those eyes, burning and filled with raw,
explosive desire.
The hand moves lower.
The fingers trail down his covered chest, and the darkness tugs at his clothes,
pushing them away so the hand can move freely onto the expanse of skin,
touching and bringing warmth and delicious heat
                                               he’s burning
         he’s afraid
                                     he’s–
                                         he’s not sure why he’s scared anymore.
He arches into the touch and gasps again, the sound more like a moan, when the
hand roughly pushes its way into his pants, touching him, lithe, dexterous
fingers wrapping around his hardening erection, teasing its shaft, pumping him
delicately, like it could break
                                                                     “GiVe In”.
                   He wants more, he wants it, he wants more
         Why wouldn’t he
A body is pressed against his own, and there are words whispered in the dark, a
voice shifting its tone, lower then higher, then lower again, muttering
reverently, whispering his name over and over
                                               “MiNe”
                                         And he suddenly remembers his own name
He’s burning, and the body against his own is cool, pleasant, calming the fire
inside his body, and Dave moans and writhes in the hold, pleasure mounting
inside him, fingers rubbing him, a body on top of his own, demanding and
unforgiving, and
                   He can’t run from the white, hot pleasure
                                                              Riding it higher–
Lips descend on his own, kissing him, and air is filling his mouth, and it
burns, it makes the pleasure double until he can’t even think anymore, just
feel
                   Feel and want and sob and moan–
         “SaY
                   mY
                            nAmE”.
                   And everything explodes and Dave screams–
 
                                      –––
Dave’s eyes snapped open at the feeling of something moving inside his room.
He’d never been a heavy sleeper, and every small noise was enough to shake him
awake; for a moment, he blinked, unsure, and groaned.
His body was burning, tingling pleasantly, shivers running down his back and
sending sparkles of pleasure through him, but he had no idea why. He couldn’t
remember what he’d been dreaming about, and everything felt hazy.
                                                                  Why did he
feel so–
The feeling of the soft, cool sheets against his naked back made Dave gasp
softly, the need to touch himself so strong his hand moved lower on its own,
brushing its way down his chest, caressing his erect cock–
                                                              Why was he naked?
He arched his back in the air, heels digging into the mattress as another wave
of pleasure hit him. he was barely touching himself, but his body was already
burning up with need and heat, and his lips parted in a whiny pant, unsure of
what was going on, but unable to concentrate.
Everything was burning, even the air itself felt good against him, every small
touch–
Gamzee emerged from the darkness in front of the bed, almost as if he’d been
one with the shadows, eyes glowing eerily, sharp and penetrating.
Hazy and confused, Dave could only let out a soft, embarrassing moan as
Gamzee’s eyes settled on his spread form.
                                                                    Why was he–
Another wave of pleasure curled inside him, and Dave’s eyes fluttered close as
he threw his head back, exposing his neck, hands scrambling to take a hold of
the rumpled sheets in an attempt to reign control of the pleasure.
It was all in vain –the heat was too much, clouding his brain, making every
breath heavy and every inch of his skin feel overly sensitized–
He wanted… he needed…
When Gamzee lowered himself on top of Dave, Dave could only arch up to him,
bodies flushed together, and Dave’s arms wrapped around the troll’s shoulders,
anchoring himself there, indigo eyes staring into his own, so close they shared
their breathing, so close Dave could feel Gamzee’s low growl vibrating through
his own chest.
“F–fuck…”
Something was familiar –the feeling of Gamzee’s body pressed against his own,
his eyes, the feeling of cool hands caressing his body, making Dave want to cry
and chant Gamzee’s name over and over but he didn’t understand why–
“Do YoU wAnT tHiS, mOtHeRfUcKeR?”
Gamzee’s voice rumbled close to his ear, a tongue flicking out to lick at his
collarbone, and Dave almost toppled over, moaning.
His body felt heavy on top of him, fitting perfectly against his own,
heightening the pleasure, and he couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, he wanted–
                                                                           more
“Do YoU wAnT iT?”
“… y–yes… f–fuck… yes, I–”
Words tumbled out of his mouth, like a plea, like a sob and Gamzee’s hands were
parting his legs, and something was wrapping around his cock, slick and
slippery and so fucking
                                                                           good
And Dave was only barely aware of Gamzee’s mutters as he moaned his name and
clung to him, their bodies moving together, sliding and rubbing and thrusting
“MiNe”
                                                             “ghh… Gamzee… ah–”
“MoThErFuCkInG mInE–”
Heat engulfed Dave’s brain and ate him away, until he was only aware of
Gamzee’s lips touching his own, swallowing his pleas, swallowing his cries,
tongue invading his mouth, tasting him owning him
He came, his entire body trembling violently and arching up, nails digging into
Gamzee’s back, drawing blood, and Gamzee growled loudly into his ear, groaning,
whispering
                                                                       his name
                   pressing him into the mattress, almost violently–
Slumping on the bed, Dave groaned and felt heaviness press against his eyelids,
and didn’t fight it, his eyes fluttering close, the last thing he saw being
Gamzee’s dark eyes, the feeling of rough hands holding him close.
                                                               He didn’t dream.
                                      –-–
Dave woke up still curled into Gamzee’s embrace, red lines covering his sides
where the troll’s claws had scratched his skin, one of his nails tracing spades
all over his chest.
“MoThErFuCkInG hI,” the troll murmured, his growl soft as he bit down on Dave’s
ear.
Sticky, tired and achy, Dave had no energy to smack the troll away, so he
glared at him, crimson eyes uncovered and bare, and allowed the troll to lick
all the traces of blood away.
“You’re a fucking weirdo,” he muttered, voice raspy and barely higher than a
whisper. “Creepy as shit”.
He could feel Gamzee’s lips stretch into a smirk as he continued cleaning him
with his tongue.
He could remember everything. His mind was clear, even if he was tired, and he
could remember every single detail of his dream, of what he felt, and what
Gamzee made him feel. The troll had a grasp on his mind, the ability to read
deep inside him, to know what to say, where to touch to make him react the way
he wanted him to.
Dave shivered slightly when Gamzee’s tongue reached his navel, and the troll’s
gaze trailed up to stare at him. His eyes looked a tinge less sharp, less
dangerous, just like all the other times he’d used his creepy alien mind powers
on Dave.
It was scary –the control he’d willingly given to the troll, the knowledge that
if he ever wanted to stop, he might even have no chance to because he’d
relinquished his brain to him… but at the same time, the deep, rooted
conviction that Gamzee would never go too far.
With a sigh, Dave turned away and tried not to think about the messed up
relationship the trolls called kismesis.
His life was a mess
                                                     but he didn’t really mind.
                                                                               
End Notes
     I have this weird idea that blackrom doesn't really just mean 'i'm
     going to be evil on you and fuck with your mind' but also includes
     the properly taking care of your kismesis afterwards (injuries, etc
     of the physical kind), and a lot of actions like holding and stuff,
     but done in a different way and with a different meaning from a
     redrom relationship. (like, possessive instead of loving, or
     something). Also, trust, because you don't really give yourself into
     a hate relationship if you're not sure you end up alive afterwards.
     And one-upmanship and trying to always come up as a winner, and
     rivalry. all of that into a blackrom package free shipping. :3
     I hope it made sense. :/
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