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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Jake_English/Dirk_Strider
  Character:
      Jane_Crocker, Roxy_Lalonde, Jake_English, Dirk_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Drug_Use, Rape, Mental_Disintegration, Tricksters, Trickster_Mode
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-27 Words: 1626
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by orphan_account
Summary
     The other tricksters decide Dirk simply isn't happy and cooperative
     enough, and they're going to fix that!
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
“Oh, not so fast there!” Jane cried, looking over from the pile of hideous
santas. “Jake, Roxy - he's trying to get away!”
“Oh Dirkie, what're you doing?” Roxy asked.
Dirk was sprinting, feet barely touching the paved roof surface in his fleeting
steps. His heart pounded loudly in his ears as he muttered a quick rap to pull
the rocketboard from his sylladex.
A few rushed rhymes and it fell out of his sylladex, perching on the edge of
the roof, just a few yards away, when a shadow briefly fell over him. Jane and
Roxy had flown over him and were now ahead of him, floating right over the
board. Still, he could push them out of the way, he could-
A sudden weight slammed into Dirk's back like a freight train, knocking him to
the ground. He turned his head instinctively to avoid a broken nose, but it
wasn't quick enough to avoid a sickening crack inside his head as he felt a
tooth break and his lip split, coppery fluid bursting in his mouth.
“What's wrong, babe?” Dirk looked through his askew shades to see Roxy
fluttering her glitter-lined eyes at him before turning to Jane with the most
exaggerated look of innocence. “What in the world could be wrong with him?”
Jane laughed hollowly, shaking her head, and held out the lollipop to Roxy.
Instantly, the concern that had creased Roxy's face was washed away by
unbridled enthusiasm. She leaned in and stuck out her impossibly pink tongue to
tickle the lime-and-cherry swirled candy.
“Ladies, don't trouble your darling little noggins over this!” Jake declared,
running a hand through Dirk's hair. “Clearly he just needs a spot more gayness
in him!”
Jake's hand tightened in Dirk's hair, those thick, rough fingers Dirk had so
liked still clumsily overenthusiastic but now each motion was filled with
malice too, pulling at Dirk's hair, running his hands through clumps of hairgel
and mussing it utterly. Jake yanked and twisted, and giggled every time the
slightest whimper escaped Dirk. Dirk winced in pain with each tug, hissing as
Jake's hand slid up the nape of his neck, buried in a section of Dirk's hair,
balled into a fist and yanked hard enough to pull out a clump of hair.
“Let go of me!” Dirk wasn't begging but he heard his own voice waver with pain
as he spoke.
He could have taken Jake in a fair in a fair fight. Hell, he'd taken Jake in a
fair fight plenty of times before, but in addition to making them utterly
fucking insane, this bullshit power-up mode apparently made Jake inhumanely
strong too.
“Don't muss him up too much, Jakey!” Roxy cooed. “We still want him to be
pretty for our wedding!”
“By golly, you're right! Thanks so much for reminding me, Roxy; it'd be a shame
for him to be all bald! You ladies wouldn't dig that one bit.”
“No, I wouldn't like that at all! But how will I work some joy into him then?”
“You'll just have to do it where we won't be able to notice during our
wedding!” Jane added gleefully. “We'll get some fun into him where it won't
leave any stupid marks.”
“Wow Janey, you're so full of good ideas!” Roxy cooed.
“You're always thinking up good plans,” Jake agreed. “Much like Dirk here,
except you're actually fun! That's why you're going to be my wife!”
“But how are we going to make him stop being such a tightass?” whined Roxy.
“I have a plan!” Dirk didn't like that wide smile shining on Jane's face. He
tried to wiggle his way out from under Jake as she went on, but to no avail.
“It's a great plan because I came up with it and it'll make everything better
so we don't have to deal with boring sad Dirkie any more.”
“Way to be boring, Dirkie,” Jake complained, pulling Dirk's face up from the
ground. For the half-second he spent looking down at the hard surface below
him, already streaked with his own blood, Dirk was felt with a sick sense of
anticipation. His expectation was efficiently and perfectly met as his face
became reacquainted with the pavement. Very well acquainted now.
Ah, that was definitely his nose breaking, Dirk realized as he groaned in
agony. Pain aside, it was also much harder to breathe with a mouth full of
blood and more streaming down the back of his throat. He struggled not to
succumb to panic, clawing at the ground, fighting desperately to get out from
under Jake. That fucker wasn't heavy but he was sure as hell stubborn, shifting
up to plant himself on Dirk's back, now playing with his suspenders.
Unfastening them.
His vision was blurry with pain and the cracks in his sunglasses, but Dirk saw
Jane coming back around. With a syringe.
“Don't be scared!” Jake said, pulling Dirk's pants down to his thighs. “It's
tiiiny.”
It was anything but tiny. Jane was coming towards him now, plastered with a
saccharine smile, one hand wielding a massive monstrosity filled with a vomit-
fuschia sludge. Then walking around. Then out of sight.
Sharp agony blossomed, invading his entire body. His thoughts raced frantically
like they were trying to escape just like his body had so unsuccessfully
minutes ago. His entire body didn't feel very cooperative now either, all dead
weight, though at least the misery of his nose and mouth seemed less acute now.
Almost nothing, compared to whatever this shit was now. His body felt heavy,
every ounce of flesh substituted for a pound of lead, and he couldn't will
himself to struggle any more. The sharp feeling was gone, he realized as he saw
Jane walking back around to grin at him, holding the now-empty syringe.
In comparison, his brain felt positively light. Maybe he could float away like
one of those helium balloons from Jane's planet, garish colored and free but
no, they weren't free, they were tethered by that planet's goddamn gravity just
like his thoughts were stuck to this useless sack of meat. Fuck meat. He wanted
candy.
Wait, what the hell? Dirk was not letting this happen. No, it just wasn't
happening, and no, fuck, Jake was definitely not feeling up his naked ass. No,
he totally was, but that was the least of Dirk's problems. Whatever Jane had
injected him with was doing something. He was swimming in a room filling to the
brim with water, just like a dungeon trap in one of Jake's retarded adventure
flicks. For now it was just swimming, but soon he'd be barely treading water,
then submerged and holding his breath, and eventually he'd have no choice. Gasp
and fill his mouth with what was suffocating him.
Roxy knelt down beside him, holding out the sucker. He gazed at it in wonder,
wondering why he hadn't licked it yet, because it wasn't fair they weren't
sharing – they never shared with him, they just didn't appreciate him – but he
wanted to taste it. He glanced at Roxy because he knew he should; he was
useless if he couldn't understand what his friends wanted. It'd solve his
problems if they really loved him, right? Huh, her lips were moving. But he
couldn't hear anything. Probably? Maybe that nice peppy noise at the edges of
his awareness. He couldn't be bothered to comprehend it, but he understood her
smile. He stuck out his tongue.
He was losing himself. But that's what he wanted. Not to be with himself any
more. No, fuck that defeatist shit, he was going to solve his problems like a
person. He wasn't going to give in to this ridiculously simplistic faux
solution, oh, but it was so sweet. It was easy, almost as easy as it was not to
register what should have been quite a lot of pain of Jake forcing himself in
without preparation or anything but no, he couldn't really feel much now
either. At least he could still taste it, sour citrus and tart red yes it
tasted red in a way that only candy could taste because there was nothing
authentic about that flavor – nothing authentic with giving in like this, this
wasn't him, this wasn't who he wanted to be – but it was saccharine and
indulgent and smooth under his tongue, polishing the sucker eagerly, drool
sliding down his chin with a sloppiness he observed passively but didn't really
process.
He didn't need to see the lollipop any more. It tasted red. He could still feel
inside of him, as Jake thrust in and out, but there wasn't much else. Just
inside here it was so nice and empty except for the bright taste and the sex oh
wasn't the sex with Jake nice how nice of him to do this even after Dirk so
stupidly dumped him because it was never going to get better than that idiot
and why couldn't Dirk drift away? No, he was sinking, falling in somewhere,
what a deep pit, deeper than the caverns in the Land of Mounds and Xenon and
isn't that where he'd fucked Jake first not like this but him in Jake of course
because Jake wouldn't know what he was doing. Jake still didn't.
Was there anyone in here? So big and so many colors inside. Everything felt
fine. Relief washed over him, and only a sliver of himself felt concerned by
this because why should he be fine. Oh, because he wasn't any more. That's
really what would make him happy. Sinking right into this dark spot. Yes, he
was going to do that. This is what not existing would be like.
Except less.
Less.
Less.
… scared not to exist. Aren't you?
Not any more.
Less.
End Notes
     Written while listening to this on a loop. For three hours. This:
     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lsCEgcRozY
     That is all I have to say.
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