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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck, MS_Paint_Adventures
  Relationship:
      Gamzee_Makara/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Gamzee_Makara, Dave_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Bondage, orgasm_denail, Porn, why_do_i_write_these_things, because_no_one
      censors_me, breath_play, Blooding_and_biting, non-con, or_I_prefer
      DUBIOUS_CON_because_he_wants_it, he's_just_a_bitch, dub_con, I_am_ramping
      up_the_tags_due_to_TRIGGER_complaints._I_figured_that_was_implied_with
      the_bondage, Well_-_Freeform, I_apparently_am_wrong, Mentions_of
      Breathplay, nothing_SERIOUS!_Promise!, just_the_allusion_to_most_of_it,
      except_the_orgasm_denial, that's_a_thing_here
  Series:
      Part 4 of FILLS_n_REQUESTS
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-09-09 Updated: 2013-05-26 Chapters: 4/? Words: 3093
****** Nibble, Nibble, Suck, Bite ******
by Momma
Summary
     The troll chuckles, flash-stepping away and then back again with
     something his behind his back as a grin near splits his face in half.
     It reminded you of the Cheshire cat and it didn't escape your Irony
     Meter that the damned cat had been insane too.
      
     TRIGGER WARNINGS, if the bondage tag was not enough.
Notes
     gamzee tying dave up and rimming him please c:
     also tying him up and not letting him cum
     oh and some fingering mmmmmm hehehehehe
      
     ANOTHER old fill that I am DETERMINED to finish cause this WORKS for
     me, okay?
***** Chapter 1 *****
He had caught him while he was sleeping too deeply from utter exhaustion.
Caught him and tied him down and left him defenselessly nude. Even his shades
were missing and if it hadn't been for the slightest bit of slack available,
Dave might have gone and lost his mind in horrible rage-terror. As it was, he
was currently glaring - in a blase way, of course - at the indigo troll that
loomed over the side of the hastily scraped together bed. Probably alchemized,
actually.

Dave pulled on his arms again, his legs useless since he wasn't quite flexible
enough to literally bend himself in half. Bro might have been, but he had never
mastered that level of stretchiness. The blond lifted a brow at the troll,
clearly asking what the fucking hell was he thinking.

"The fuck, Makara?"

The troll chuckles, flash-stepping away and then back again with something his
behind his back as a grin near splits his face in half. It reminded you of the
Cheshire cat and it didn't escape your Irony Meter that the damned cat had been
insane too.

The moment he latches onto Dave's leg, the blond stiffens because if Gamzee if
one thing, it is not gentle. More like FIERCE. EXPLOSIVE. TERRIFYING. But the
clawed appendage on his leg was nearly gentle as he caressed Dave's calf and
knee, contemplative even. And before Dave can react, can figure out what the
hell the clown has up his many sleeves, there is a leather strip strapped to
first one knee and then the other, the white paint cracking with the force of
glee on the gray face.

Dave had officially hit his O'Shit O'Meter peek and was more than a little
worried. Usually, Terezi was there to make sure the insanely strong troll
didn't break his incredibly fragile human skin and bones and organs in a moment
of uncontrolled wanton movement. Apparently, this douchnozzle motherfucking
dicktwat had stolen him when the lil' fem troll wasn't around otherwise she
would have been there at the side of the bed when he had awoken. The blond
hoped like hell her Moirail senses were tingling or something so that he would
be able to live after this encounter. Fuck, please please please let his crazy
pale romance sweep in soon...

Gamzee was off to the side, pondering it look like, hand to chin and bottom lip
pouted, eyes nearly crossed. He hummed as he trotted normally over to a tall
stand-like area, drawers upon drawers available to view but with no clue as to
what they would hold. The tall troll pulled one open, glancing over its wares
and then pulling a long matte black bar from the depths.

Dave shivered in fear as he watched the other male test and toss the bar,
applying pressure to see if it would bend. It did not and Dave felt his heart
stop beating as adrenaline suddenly left him, cold replacing the once heated
rush to find a way out. Wrists going raw, sweat breaking out across his chest
and forehead, he felt his "cool dude" attitude desert him with a finality that
would not be faked. If Gamzee thought that beating the shit out of Dave with a
METAL POLE was a good fucking idea, then there was little chance Dave would
survive this encounter. And Time Powers were out. He wasn't even sure WHEN he
fell asleep nor really aware of what he had been doing. Funny how time travel
depended on things like that to work.

The approaching steps startled him, the red, red, candy red eyes staring up
into what had become intensely indigo, the blond fearing the worst when the bar
was brought to bear around his knees. The "snick-snap" of clips clicking loudly
into place brought him a moment of pure horror as the thought that is was his
legs snapping so quickly, he hadn't had time yet to feel pain. Not so, if would
seem as the bar weighed on his knees from the black leather strips, holding his
knees and thighs apart like some sexual offering to spiteful gods. In this
case, he didn't think the analogy was that far off the mark as he stared into
Gamzee's indigo eyes.
"well, motherfucker, this FUCKER HERE IS GONna get his pail on WITH THIS HUMAN
MOTHerfucker right HERE," the troll growled in his fluctuating voice, the blond
teen wondering if he shouldn't try timey-wimey stuff anyway and fuck the
consequences but never got the chance as he was flipped from his back to his
stomach, a pillow tucked under his hips as if the troll cared.

And then he did the scariest thing of all.

He crawled up behind Dave.
***** Chapter 2 *****
The blond trembled, back bowing instinctively away when those rough, strong,
needle-like talons sliced gently along his spine, not breaking the skin and
barely raising welts. In fact, if Dave could stop his panic for a moment, he
might actually say the troll was being kind, gentle even. He could, and he did,
so the panic that had been fluttering in his belly seized into a cold lump, one
that moved up his body and decided to lodge itself in the back of his throat.
The soundless whimper that quivered over his lips and into the air like a
rushed gasp jolted him. Striders do not FEAR. He should be fighting back!
Taking charge! Fucking that crazy fucking troll and PUTTING HIM IN HIS PLACE!

Which was to say, beneath Dave Strider.

And, well...

He topped because this bulgelicker of a troll had such little control of his
compulsive functions. And even then, Terezi was there to hold the damaging
talons away from him, often tying the indigoblood to a sturdy bed post, I-beam,
or the like. Generally where ever their trysts took them. Dave had come away
once with bruises and cracked ribs from having Gamzee's legs too tightly around
his waist once but enjoyed their animalistic coupling far too much at the time
to notice. In fact, he still carried faint markings of bruises on his shoulder
and hip from a more recent venture in the boudoir. This - Makara scrapping long
nails inside his thighs and back and buttocks and neck - was NOT supposed to
happen.

"what's wRONG MOTherfuckER?" he hissed along Dave's neck and cheek, oily face
paint smearing into pale hair and paler skin as he leaned over the defenseless
human. Dave shuddered with his whole body as he realized just how fucked he had
to be. Was going to be...

"You, ya fucker, are the issue, the one with the brain damaged tissues." Dave
squirmed now, trying to get his legs free of the now-not-so-gently-latched
leather bands across his knees. Hiding in Rap would only get him so far in this
instance and he had to be careful with the crazy sonnuvabitch that was now
gripping his ass in long-fingers hands with claws scratching and scraping his
skin in a horrifyingly pleasant way. He was NOT getting turned by this. He.
Was. NOT.

Makara chuckled deviously, licking along Dave's neck and then blowing along the
faintly indigo trail left there. "I MIGHT BElieve that if i didn't SMELL YOU
ALL up and enjoying this," he purred into the shell of Dave's ear. He flexed
and palmed his hands on the succulent globes called Dave Strider's Ass, a
finger or two delving further down to nudge the velvet soft taint and scrotum.
"AND A MOTHERFUCKER LIKE me wants to make sure I GET MY CHANCE TO TASTE a
Striderbro all up in here."

Dave growled almost as deeply as a troll, shaking himself to try and dislodge
the taller and heavier figure weighing him down with little success. Gamzee
lifted one hand away, swatting Dave's ass cheek and causing the blond to yelp.

"The FUCK, man? Ya gonna get ya spank on? What the FUCK is with that? What do I
have to pawn?" he yelped, the thick, aroused chuckle of the male behind him
making him warm all over even as he turned to glare at the ass-molesting fuck-
wit with all the heat of the GREEN SUN. "Quit that shit!"

He got another smack and squeaked - he did no such thing, Striders do NOT
squeak, gogdamnit - causing even more humor to be loosed from his crazed
"jailer" in guffaws and chuckles.

"maybe, motherFUCKER. I LIKE to here you scream at and with ME, BUT what if i
made you SCREAM FOR ME?"

Dave struggled more, futile as it was, to try and at least get from under the
damned-fucked-in-the-head-brain-damaged-genetic-material-swigging-bone-bulge-
sucking-bucket-eating-horse-sodomizing-cock-whoring-nook-licking-cum-guzzling-
gutter-slut of aTROLL...
 
Gamzee smacked him again for his efforts, his hand soon massaging the sting
that gave way to the heat of the experience. Dave bit his lip, eyes going
slightly unfocused. FUCK...He hadn't realized how strong his own masochistic
tendencies were before now - not like this - and came to the conclusion he was
only as masochistic as he was sadistic.
The rumbling of a chest deep purr against his ass, though, startled him enough
to clear up any hazed out arousal-type issues.
"THA FUCK ARE YA DOIN', MAKARA!?"
There was a pause, the purr dieing down before returning full force as the
troll firmly gripped both bum cheeks and pulled them apart. Dave felt a snarl
lodge firmly in his chest and break out only to turn ridiculously into a low
throaty moan the likes of which he had never even known he could hit only
moments later. Red suffused his face entirely, dipping down to his chest and
upper back like a red flag of admittance. FUCK!
Makara was fucking LICKING his ASS,
And Dave LIKED IT.
He'd seen it done in porn, had even helped Egbert find stuff on the intra-web
data-base, but having done it himself to someone else? Or having it done to
HIM? FUCK. NO. Though trying to find the words to bite out at the ass-licker
(something he needed to add to his litany of rants now, it would seem) was
difficult when he couldn't breathe deep enough to say anything. He was already
panting, the shock of the actions from his Kismesis freaking him out and
apparently turning him on so hard he was this close to fucking coming without
even having the troll touch him. He pushed down into the pillow, trying to get
enough friction to finish quickly and hopefully have his life at the end.
Then hands were jerking him up, ass as high in the air as it could go on his
knees and a warning growl vibrating along his sphincter and ass in a way that
went down his spine and straight to his cock all at once. He wasn't sure when
the ringing in his ears started, but the snarled "Don't fucking move,
motherfuker" against him was enough to force a high whine from his throat
before he clamped down on it viciously. He might be spread under the troll
unwillingly, getting rimmed and tongued like some whore under the ULTIMATE
HEDONISTIC SEX GOD, but he would be DAMNED before he gave in that easily.
Hell, he wouldn't give in at all if he had his way.
Let the "games" begin.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     TRIGGER WARNINGS! (I'll update the tags in a mo.)
     Blooding and biting and mentions of piercing. ALSO mild insinuation
     of BREATH PLAY!
     PLEASE BE WARNED!
Chapter Notes
     It took a while to get out because, yeah, I'm not always in the mood
     for violence with my sex feels. Tonight I feel violent. I think it
     might be because someone threatened one of my own. Going to go plot
     vicious (and completely unrealistic) plots of vengence. -3-
     Or I'll just write more angry sex. That works too.
There was a swipe, a long cool lick, not unlike tepid water across his ass,
then the insistent press of tongue and lips and hints of horrifyingly sharp
needle teeth against his sphincter and FUCK, damn you MAKARA, NO.
"Dude, I fucking say NO! That means to let a girl go, bitch!" There was a
stabbing pinch on his thigh, one that made him grit his teeth and clench his
fists. One that had his cock jumping like a pogo stick. Another that snuck
around to his nipple and prying a deep whimpering groan out of his throat as it
was twisted and pulled. A vibrating chuckle tickled his ass and made him thump
fists down. When Gamzee pulled away, Dave tried to scoot away, as stupid as it
was. He was desperately hoping his flash stepping would let him crawl his sorry
nude ass out of this fucking bullshit and into a safety net of some sort (John
was a good safety net or Terezi or even Karckles and little annoying shit). The
hands on his hips, baring down and wrapping one steel cable arm around his
middle made sure this was very much not an option, fucking dammit.
"MOTHERFucker, you ain't goin' nO WHERE," he muttered in a rumbling sexual
assault that should and probably WAS illegal as he bowed over Dave's back,
mouth against his shoulder, his neck, grease paint that smeared and slicked
across his back and would be an absolute bitch to wash off unless he could
convince his pale romance to help and right now she owed him like you wouldn't
believe andwhy was he thinking about this right now? Teeth of piranha were
working against his skin and probably leaving fucking holes with as bad as it
hurt (hurt like sex and felt like yes) and peircing his flesh, only where were
the pretty bling bits that he was going to insert? There was no other reason to
be putting all those holes in his body. 
"Fucking sonnuvabitch, clown! I am not a chew toy!" 
And there was that chuckle that made his body shiver a little. Fuck, that was
unfair. And his cock, fuck, it was throbbing and he was close to getting off
completely and the fucker was probably aware and grabbed his dick at the base
and held on, making him whine - he did not, he couldn't, that was giving up -
and squirm. 
"but you taste," lick and suck and breathing cool, so cool against hot human
flesh, "DELICIOUS, bro. RED that turns RUST, it is different and like nothing
else. HOT copper," lick, "and SUN," bite and lick, "and something not unlike
DEATH." He sucked a previous bite, tonguing the wounds for more blood. Dave
made some undefined noise, ripping out of his throat that spoke of dark and
sensual things. 
"Fucking blood sucker!" the human teen snarled - choked and half-hearted and
thready with need and want - as he thrashed under the weight of the troll.
 There was a harsh smack, and then another, hard and solid and not really loud
but the sting was annoyingly persistent. 
"human boy, prETTY PALE LUSUS WHITE, I'M GOnna make you like it," Makara
taunted, one finger pressing along Dave's taint, sliding dry up to his anus,
nail scratching and poking and insidious in its portent of danger to come. The
blond shivered, stiffening as sounds bubbled under his breast bone and made his
breath hitch. Spidery fingers flowed up his ass, around his hips, up his sides
to his shoulders. Then there was something, wiggling and cool and wet, against
his ass and crack and seeking and he knew what that was. He might have
protested had the fucker not wrapped a hand around his neck, no pressure but
sure threat and horror and desire in the very thumping pulse against his cheek
and jaw as the tip of his alien dick found and started to slip in. 
***** Chapter 4 *****
Only thing was, it apparently wasn't his dick, it was his tongue and holy
mother of spinoffs that was long and dexteritous and ffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuck...
Dave felt his body jolt, body gasping without permission and cock dripping like
niagra falls without actually coming, but he was ready, so ready. So very,
very ready, okay? The unaccounted for hand came around, grabbing the base of
his dick and squeezing and it probably would hurt like motherfuck and make him
wilt like a picked daisy had not that tongue worked all the way in and fucking
made him loose a good portion of his mind. Live and wiggling and around the rim
and in his ass and he was whimpering, fuck, he was whimpering and starting to
moan and this was not cool, it so was NOT COOL, but that's okay, he was getting
the best sex he had ever had in his life because he had just discovered he
liked being rimmed so thoroughly that he would never be able to sit down again
without imagining a tongue in his ass. Ever again. Ever, ever again. 
He wiggled and squirmed and thrashed now for completely different reasons.
Makara was humming a song into his ass cheeks, grease paint slathing over the
pale white and blending in for the most part and that hum was thrumming into
his hole with the vengence of morality come to call with a boom stick. 
And he suffered because he wanted to cum, wanted to so badly and he couldn't,
there were vise like fingers curled around his dick and holding him back. 
"FUCK ME, MAKARA!" he managed in a full out rage-scream, kicking his feet as
best he could and slapping his hands into the mattress. A hard hand came up and
slapped his ass, releasing his throat and making him silently miss the feel of
cherished hatred. Oh. Oh no. Oh fuck no. 
He was not a Stockholm Syndrome participant. He was not falling for the murder
clown. At least, not in love. In HATE, however, yeah, he was cruising deeper
into the "I would rather fuck you because you're pretty good than cull you, but
only barely" wilderness, something humans generally didn't do. He was and it
was making him vicious. He wanted that hand back on his neck, he wanted it
close enough he could turn his head and bite the shit out of the clown and make
him bleed. He wanted. So much it hurt, in fact. 
"Let go of my dick and let me cum," he hissed darkly, red eyes looking over his
shoulder and receiving another slap, then another and another, over and over on
his ass until his cheek was sore and he was biting the bed under him to stifle
the screams. 
And all through this, all through the punishment, he was being devoured. Mouth
sucking and teeth scraping and biting gently and tongue flipping inside his ass
and making him flinch and squeeze and shove back. His signals were so mixed, he
wasn't sure it was a good thing or not. He did know that when he was through,
when this was over and he was still alive, he was going to tie the fucker to a
set of I-beams and make him beg. Because, as it was, Dave was this close to
doing that himself and no one - not anyone - made a Strider beg. 
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