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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Rose_Lalonde/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Rose_Lalonde, Dave_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Mind_Control, dubcon, Incest
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-08-03 Updated: 2011-08-05 Chapters: 2/? Words: 1986
****** Make Him Yours ******
by Rimbaum
Summary
     Rose knows that it's wrong to want Dave, but she never knew how much
     it would hurt to be rejected by him.
     What Dave forgot is that Rose is still an avatar of the
     horrorterrors.
Notes
     SO APPARENTLY SCREW MY FANFIC HIATUS :| Damn you, Meowgon. I'd say
     stop inspiring me to write stuff, but I'm really loving how this is
     turning out so far.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
You know you shouldn't. He's your brother, no matter that you've only known
that for just a short period of time. You've seen pictures of him, looked
through your crystal ball to see several of him at once. Even now, in the
relative safety of your new world, you keep looking - even when you know it's
inappropriate.
You look closer into your crystal ball, squinting in the hopes of seeing finer
details. It's easier to focus your Sight into an object than to submerse
yourself in your own mind's eye, but there are times you wish it were the other
way around. Dave is spread out on his bed, shirtless and with his hand rubbing
insistently at his pants. You'd love nothing more than to be in the room with
him, unfastening his pants and feeling his hot skin beneath your fingers.
Make him want you Make him need you Make him love you MAKE HIM YOURS the voices
of the horrorterrors whisper in your mind, urging you to use their power to
bend him to your will. You've managed to hold them off for this long, but
you're not sure how much longer you have before you cave in to their demands.
Dave is so tempting, after all. You push the crystal ball aside as the image of
your brother arches his back in orgasm. It's wrong to feel lust for your
brother. It's wrong to wonder how it would feel to have him inside you, what it
would be like to ride him, have those strong arms hold you close...
Make him yours the horrorterrors whisper again, and you force yourself to cross
your legs and keep from twitching in need. You will not give in to their
demands.
You will attempt to resolve this your own way.
 
-- tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] --
[TT]: Dave, I believe we need to have an important, serious discussion
[TG]: hey rose
[TG]: discussion about what
[TT]: It pains me to say this, but...
[TG]: but what
[TG]: rose
[TG]: rose youre not dead or anything right
[TG]: because that would seriously suck to have a ghost for a sister
[TG]: youd be the most annoying ghost ever always getting on me about my
phallic obsessions and probably throwing puppet ass in my face all the time
[TG]: rose
[TG]: dude rose seriously not funny
[TT]: I'm sorry, Dave. This is hard to say.
[TG]: so just spit it out already
[TT]: I love you, Dave.
[TG]: aw rose man were siblings you dont even have to say something that sappy
it should just be a given
[TT]: No, Dave. I mean I have non-platonic feelings about you.
[TG]: ...
-- turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] --
[TT]: I had a feeling this would happen.
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Dave has been avoiding you for the last several days. You can't blame him, but
you do wish that he would at least try to confront you about the whole
situation. It would certainly make it easier to ignore the insistent voices
getting louder with each passing hour.
Make him yours Make him love you Make him pay for hurting you Make him want you
Make him need you We can help you We can ease your pain We can make him yours
Let us help you Let us help you Let us help you
"I do not want your help, and I would appreciate it if you left me in peace."
You talk to the nothingness, to the dark space that still occupies a corner of
your mind and will never be able to go away. The horrorterrors quiet down, but
the whispers are still there, feeding on the ache in your chest. It would be
easy to use their influence, reach out and force Dave into coming to you, but
you've already vowed not to give in to that temptation; your will is stronger
than that.
Meeting Dave in person is easy enough. You can hear the music thumping from the
house he's built, the distinct sounds of the beat changing, the melody drifting
in and out of discord, trying to match something that he simply can't get out.
Knocking on the door would be pointless, since he wouldn't be able to hear you,
so you take the liberty of letting yourself inside.
The music stops, and he looks up at you, his expression shielded behind his
ever-present shades. You hold up one hand, cutting off whatever he's about to
say. "Please, just wait, Dave. I want to talk, nothing more."
Your brother crosses his arms but doesn't say anything. You take that as a go-
ahead to continue. "I did not intend to push you away, Dave. I had hoped, in
fact, that we might be able to work this out so I would be less compelled
to..." You trail off, words failing you for the moment.
"You're a sick freak, Rose. Even you've gotta know that."
You try not to lash out at those words. It's only Dave, he's recently found out
that his own sister is lusting after him, and he's just unsettled, possibly
even scared. It's all right. You keep repeating that to yourself, and to the
darkness in the back of your mind. "I'm fully aware that my desires are taboo,
Dave. I was, however, hoping that my admission of them would not drive you away
so thoroughly as it seems to have done. I have not acted on them, and I have no
wish to push you into something you don't want."
Dave doesn't respond to that, but he does go back to his turntables, starting
to put things away. "Look, Rose, I know you've got this freaky incestuous crush
on me. It's the Strider good looks, just can't get enough of 'em. But it's
freaky as fuck, and I'd rather not be near you until you can get over it. Last
thing I want is for you to decide you're gonna start mackin' on me outta
nowhere."
For a few moments, you stay perfectly still. Your own brother wants nothing to
do with you for fear of intimate contact. Even as he starts up the music again,
clearly ignoring you and just waiting for you to get the hint, everything seems
to get quieter.
Make him love you Make him want you Make him pay for hurting you Rose let us
help you We can make Dave bend to your every whim Let us take away the pain
Rose We can take away the pain We can make him yours
You can't. It doesn't matter that it hurts, that you want to break down into
tears at the fact that you're so depraved even your own brother wants nothing
to do with you.
Let us in Rose Let us help you We can stop the pain You can make him mend your
broken heart You can make him yours
That would be taking away his choice, taking away his free will. You can't do
that to him.
He will never have to know You can train him He can love you Let us in Rose Let
us in We want to help you We feel your pain We can teach you
It hurts. You're crying and not moving and Dave is ignoring you, refusing to
acknowledge you when you're hurting.
Let us in Rose We can teach you We can help you Make him yours Make him
yours Make him yours
Yes.
Yes.
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The dark spaces in your mind expand, filling you with forgotten knowledge and
eldritch power. You're not Grimdark, not this time, but you're still the vessel
of the horrorterrors. You realize that you never stopped being their vessel,
and that they were only waiting for a chance to catch you, emotionally
vulnerable.
You can't bring yourself to care. All it takes from you (From us From all of
us) is a simple thought, a slight twist in Dave's mind. He's a Derse dreamer as
well, his mind is more open to your influence, more easily corrupted. The music
stops again, but this time because he's staring at you.
"Dave, please take your glasses off. I want to see your eyes." He reaches up,
pulling the aviator sunglasses off and setting them casually on top of his
turntables. They're the most stunning shade of red you've ever seen, and you
want to lose yourself in them forever.
Make him love you Make him want you your patron gods whisper, and you smile.
It's not hard. Now that you can see into his mind, you can see the unstated
desire that he has for you, as well. He tells himself he will never act on it,
that your admission of lust towards him didn't fuel his dreams and fantasies.
All you have to do is remove that block, and he'll be yours.
Bend him to your every want Make him pay for hurting you the voices are
insistent, and you smile slightly. Right now, with his mind still under your
control, he won't even remember his punishment. But you will, and that's enough
for you.
"Dave, take your shirt off." He obliges, his face in its characteristic blank
expression even as he tosses his shirt to the side and you come up to run your
hands over his chest and stomach.
His subconscious is still working, and having you so close to him is definitely
having an effect. For a few moments, all you do is hold him, relishing in the
warm skin against yours as he stands perfectly still. But you can feel his
erection starting to rub against you, demanding attention.
Make him pay for hurting you the horrorterrors insist, and you just smile. You
know how to get what you want, and not have him continue to stand there like a
statue.
Dave, this is just a fantasy. You're laying down on the bed, imagining this as
you masturbate, and thinking of Rose watching you, looking into your mind and
seeing your sick, twisted desires. Your voice isn't your own, not entirely, and
you have the vague feeling that you didn't actually speak at all. But it
doesn't matter, because Dave actually looks at you, and pulls you in for a
kiss.
His kisses are rough and needy, desperate to touch what he knows he's not
allowed to. You kiss back just as hard, eager to give just as much in return.
He settles his hands on your hips as you wrap your arms around his neck.
He grinds into you, presumably eager for more than just kisses. You are too,
but you won't give him satisfaction so easily. You reach down, cupping Dave
through his pants and letting your powers flow through him. "You're not allowed
to come until I say, Dave."
Make him beg Make him hurt Deny his pleasure and you can't help but agree. You
want to hear your brother begging and desperate, waiting for you to allow him -
no, command him to come.
"Come on, Rose, I'm dyin' for some action here." Dave groans, rubbing himself
shamelessly into your hand.
You smirk and put two fingers to his lips, effectively shutting him up. "You
will move at my pace, dear brother. And I say that you're going to have to
wait."
His mind rebels against that, insisting that he would never imagine himself in
that sort of situation. You could push harder, but perhaps words would make
more of a difference than force. "I can make it worth the wait." He calms down
somewhat at that, and you run a hand over his cheek.
"Yeah, okay." Dave's voice is vague, like he's only half there. You reach out
and twist, just a little. You kind of like him like this, coherent and aware,
but not fully. Perhaps you can keep him this way.
Perhaps you can even train him to go into this state whenever you want.

Chapter End Notes
     Sorry for the shortness! Next chapter will be Dave's POV.
End Notes
     I might get back to working on Big Brother because seriously this fic
     just screwed up my hiatus horribly.
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