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works/481907.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Eridan_Ampora/Sollux_Captor, Sollux_Captor/Feferi_Peixes
  Character:
      Eridan_Ampora, Sollux_Captor
  Additional Tags:
      Hate_Sex, Caliginous_Romance_|_Kismesis, Hand_Jobs, Blood, Bloodplay
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-02-09 Words: 1318
****** Non-viable ******
by your_bro_joe
Summary
     Sollux carries a lot of hate for Eridan after Feferi's death and
     longs to show him just how much, but they can only meet in dreams.
Notes
     For my friend Shugo for my porn-fic-a-day challenge. Not quite sure
     if the situation makes much sense in the context of canon, but the
     canon doesn't make much sense to me anyway.
Life—or non-life; just existence, really—in the dream bubbles was infinitely
disorienting. One moment everything seemed normal, and then an overwhelming
sense of deja vu would flood one’s consciousness with a thousand memories; a
cacophony of experiences, some good, some bad, all jumbled together until one
could no longer tell which way was up or out. In those times, one merely had to
surrender to the blackness and let it drown them.
Sollux, for the most part, had an easier time navigating the bubbles than most
of his friends, being half-dead and all. His blindness reduced the confusion of
cluttered, incongruous landscapes, and he managed to find what he needed and
talk to whom he needed to talk to with relative ease.
Sometimes, it was not as easy.
In the years between Jade and John entering and leaving the void, Sollux found
himself immensely drawn to the realm of the dead, and would often sneak there
simply because he felt he had to. Running into his friends was pleasant and
peaceful; they could relive moments he had once enjoyed, and he could slip off
with them none the wiser.
But sometimes, he did not run into a friend. Sometimes, he ran into enemies.
Sometimes he ran into Eridan.
After abruptly pulling the seadweller from the memory of Feferi ending their
moirailship, Sollux took the opportunity to remind him of his future misdeeds,
his betrayal, and his murder of the girl they had both fallen in love with.
Eridan had remembered then, and broke down about what he had become, and Sollux
had left him there without a second thought.
As the years passed, Sollux typically avoided Eridan’s bubbles whenever he
could, but sometimes, after visiting a pleasant memory with Feferi, his anger
would build, and he wouldn’t bother trying to contain it. No matter what scene
Eridan was reliving, Sollux would end it as abruptly as possible. Somewhere, he
knew he was probably causing irreparable harm to the high blood’s psyche, but
in the moments when rage overcame reason, he didn’t care.
Eventually, it all became too much.
The bubbles didn’t let him choose what moments to relive, and in his search for
Feferi, he found himself in the hornpile in the midst of an intense feelings
jam. That was when Eridan came in.
Sollux had somehow managed to avoid this memory so far, but the apparent
abruptness threw him. He couldn’t let this end the same way it had. There would
be no negotiating. No attempts at placating. No, he lashed out at the violet-
blooded nuisance the moment he opened his mouth, hoping to catch him off-guard.
He did, and the shock caused a bolt to shoot from Eridan's wand and hit Feferi
square in the stomach yet again. Sollux screamed, entire body pulsing with his
aura as she slid down the wall—as Kanaya fell next. Eridan only smirked at him
and raised the wand yet again.
Not again not again not again. “You SHIT,” Sollux shouted, lunging at the troll
he had come to hate so intensely, feelings unresolved by absence and repeating
things he had lost over and over again.
As he pushed Eridan to the floor, the memory crumbled around them. Eridan’s
eyes hollowed and his face aged, and so did Sollux’s, and their looks of horror
and furor mirrored each other. The wand in Eridan’s hand evaporated, the bubble
stagnated, and suddenly they were just two boys laid bare before each other.
Sollux’s furious panting halted and shuddered, and soon he was biting his lip
as yellow-green tears started to spill from his empty eyes. His grip was tight
on Eridan’s collar, and Eridan could only stare back at him in silence. Sollux
broke it.
“Why?” he bit out, voice thick and breaking, “why her? How could you—HOW COULD
YOU—” a harsh sob racked him and he shook his enemy’s shoulders, “I hate you! I
HATE you! I HATE YOU!”
He hadn’t even realized the line had been crossed—the line between platonic
hate and kismeses—but it had, and in his rage he pulled Eridan’s head up as he
shoved his own head down. Their lips collided and blood was immediately drawn,
mixing to the sickly shade of half-healed bruises on their mouths. Sollux was
far from gentle, taking the other boy’s lip into his mouth and shredding it
with his fangs. Eridan cried out in pain, but the low-blood wouldn’t
stop—couldn’t stop—thought maybe he would kill him like this, if he could kill
him like this.
Eridan didn’t pull away, though. His arms which had been laying uselessly
beside his head shot up to tangle in Sollux’s short hair and pull on his horns.
“I hate you too,” he grunted back between savage bites, “I hate you so much.
You took everything from me. You took her, you filthy landdwelling bastard. You
took her from me. I hate you.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Sollux returned, spitting a mouthful of their mixed blood
onto Eridan’s glasses. “You’re fucking nobody. You killed her, you absolute
piece of shit. You don’t deserve to occupy the same dimension as her. You don’t
deserve shit.”
Eridan laughed then, tugging hard on Sollux’s hair, causing the other boy to
cry out. “Maybe I don’t,” he grinned as the low-blood struggled to free
himself, “but I deserve more than a freak like you, and I’ll sure as fuck get
it.” He rolled his hips, rubbing his bonebulge against the one over his. Sollux
let out a reluctant groan and pushed back against him, causing them both to
gasp.
Dragging sharp fingernails down Eridan’s arms, he managed to get the other boy
to release his head. Sitting up, Sollux undid the fly of his pants and then
Eridan’s. Groaning, he took both their hardening members in his hand. For a few
moments, he did nothing, feeling the royal squirm beneath him. He smirked,
teeth and lips a bloodbath, and pulled Eridan’s wrist to his mouth.
Carefully he split the skin with a sharp incisor, then let the violet blood
trickle over their bulges. The wet warmth made Sollux gasp and Eridan wince,
and after a few moments of reveling in it, Sollux started to move his hand.
His strokes were quick and hard, and he bucked relentlessly against the male
under him. His hips were getting sore, but he pushed on, hoping he was bruising
the other troll’s hips in the process. Purple tears started to leak from
Eridan’s eyes near the same time genetic material began to leak from their
aching erections. Sollux laughed, pressing his thumb deep into the cut he’d
made on Eridan’s wrist, slowing the blood flow. He didn’t care if the boy could
bleed to death or not, but smelling all that sick, dark violet was starting to
make him feel ill. He closed his eyes.
In his mind, the groans and pants coming from the boy under him were his death
rattle. He would die, and there would be no more dream bubbles for him; no
reliving happy memories until the end of the universe. There would be only
blackness and pain. He wouldn’t see Feferi. He wouldn’t be able to hurt her
ever again. She would be safe. Feferi would be safe. Feferi. Feferi.
Another harsh sob spilled from him and he screamed, mustard-yellow genetic
material spilling forth over the high blood’s sweater. Eridan came a split-
second after, lucky that he did, because Sollux released them the moment his
orgasm faded.
Glaring at his enemy—his kismesis—Sollux stood and adjusted his clothing. There
would be no whispered endearments—no post-fuck cuddle. Instead, he spat another
mouthful of blood to mix with the mess on Eridan’s stomach. “I hate you,” he
repeated. He couldn’t repeat it enough.
“I hate you too,” Eridan threw back, but Sollux wasn’t listening; his
consciousness was seeking out a more pleasant memory.
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