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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Eridan_Ampora/Sollux_Captor
  Character:
      Eridan_Ampora, Sollux_Captor
  Additional Tags:
      PWP, Xeno, Smut, Psionicplay, Light_Bondage
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-09-02 Words: 1615
****** The Perfect Kismesis ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     "You were paralyzed with fear, not that the ability to move would
     have helped at all; your hands were bound together above your head by
     the strong fabric of your scarf. Sollux’s eyes glowed with rage as
     his fingers wrapped around your exposed throat, half-crushing the
     gills that tried to flutter desperately as his grip tightened."
Notes
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You were paralyzed with fear, not that the ability to move would have helped at
all; your hands were bound together above your head by the strong fabric of
your scarf. Sollux’s eyes glowed with rage as his fingers wrapped around your
exposed throat, half-crushing the gills that tried to flutter desperately as
his grip tightened. Red and blue tendrils held your immobile arms above you.
Just as your vision began to darken, after your head got fuzzy, he released
your throat.
“My little printhe,” he spat out the last word like it was poison on his
mutated split tongue, “you ready for thome fun?” He grinned widely, his sharp,
overlarge teeth bared as he glared at you with nothing but cold, disgusted
hatred. Which was somewhat masked by the lust that darkened his pupils and
began the release of the black pheromones that filled the air.
You could sense the same pheromones streaming from the glands behind the fins
on either side of your face, strangling the air with its scent. It swam through
your body, your veins, your entire being; it filled you with the need to
scratch and bite, tear flesh and cause pain. Much like a rush of adrenaline,
only stronger; it constricted your mind with its burning grip, injecting pure
need and lust into your struggling frame.
Sollux’s psionics remained at your arms, but he reached his hands up to untie
the scarf. With a smirk, he shoved the stretched fabric into your mouth,
snagging some strings on your sharp, sharklike teeth. You tried to scream abuse
at him, tried to convey the hatred that sped inside you through words and
insults, but it came out as muffled gibberish through the purple scarf. Which,
of course, enraged you more; your leg swung out to give him a firm kick to the
shin.
Almost instantaneously, Sollux’s mouth was at your throat, the sharp teeth
scraping harshly at your gills. Your leg froze halfway into a second kick as
you debated whether or not to go through with it. You made your decision right
at those lisp-inducing teeth dug into your delicate gill flaps, mind-numbing
pain shooting through you as you screamed into your scarf. His lips latched
onto the bleeding skin as he sucked at it, a new wave of pain making your body
go rigid while his tongue lapped slowly at the teeth wounds.
He pulled away to admire his work; four neat holes through two different gill
flaps. “Hey, maybe I actually damaged them,” the Gemini observed with an proud
expression, “thothe two don’t look like they’re functioning ath they thould
be.” You tried an experimental flutter; they lifted slightly, but were
otherwise unresponsive. “It’th not like you uthe them anyway, fithbreath, so
what’th the problem?” His sly grin was practically begging for a whimper of
fear or fright that he would never get.
You bit down hard on your scarf as he shoved your pants down. He made speedy
work of your underwear as well, leaving your bottom half completely and
embarrassingly exposed. There was no way to hide the fact that you were
ridiculously aroused; your violet bulge was mostly unsheathed and beginning to
ooze genetic material from the tip. It was the pheromones that caused it,
nothing more; that’s what you told yourself, at least. Sollux would never
believe it.
Speaking of the yellowblooded bastard, he had a single digit sliding along the
underside of your bulge, drawing it out with a gentle touch that did nothing to
satisfy you. His index finger poked a bit at the leaking tip before resting at
the base, then slipping in a straight line up to the tip again. The feeling was
near maddening; it was so delicate, so taunting. The moment your bulge began
tensing slightly, he pulled his hand away; he didn’t want you getting too
close. Not without him, anyway. Orgasm denial was one of his favorite things to
subject you to. Stupid fucking tease; you hated him with every fiber of your
being. He bit his lip and stood back, crossing his arms.
“That thirt ith getting in the way, ithn’t it?” He inquired. As if you could
answer. “I think tho.” He concentrated for a moment as you stared in confused
distrust; you the scarf muffled your shriek as your shirt
practically disappeared from your torso. Little bits of black fabric fluttered
to the floor as the psionics retreated back to your arms. You hadn’t even
noticed them leave. The sparks that had destroyed your shirt also left your
gills slightly singed, the delicate purple-tinged flaps a shade darker than the
last time you had seen them. They still seemed to be functioning, however,
which was more than could be said about the damaged flaps on your neck.
He leaned forward to grab onto your wrists again so he could pay attention to a
more important area with his psionics. You choked back a sob as you felt the
sparking tendrils right against the entrance to your nook, which was already
glistening in the red and blue glow. It hurt a little, but in a good way. You
loved that Sollux wanted to hurt you just as much as you wanted to hurt him.
And you would hurt him. Just not today.
Your teeth dug into the scarf as you felt the tip of one of the tendrils push
its way inside of you. It widened, stretching you out while Sollux controlled
it and watched eagerly. If it had been up to him, he would have just shoved
into you without any preparation; the only reason he used his psionics was to
tease you. It wouldn’t have frustrated you at all if he’d given in quickly. But
his patience was diminished to practically nothing by the time you began
whining in desperation. The psionics disappeared from between your legs the
moment before he took a step backwards.
He stripped off his clothing in a few quick movements, his thin figure sharp
and bony-looking in the dim light. His bulges were writhing, searching for any
sort of contact they could find. You could see the large yellow spot in his
discarded underwear, which made you grin slightly; at least you weren’t the
only one who was turned on. Glancing over to the corner, you noticed the grey
object sitting on the floor. When Sollux ripped the scarf from your mouth, you
sneered, “Hey pissblood, aren’t you forgettin’ somethin’?” He snarled at you
before his psionics were back at your arms, holding you to the spot as he
retrieved the pail. Setting it down between your spread legs, he growled,
“Happy now, Ampora?” You didn’t have time to give a snarky reply before you
felt your hips lifting with the force of his psionics.
The tips of his bulges found your nook easily; they slipped in together without
a problem. About halfway in, however, the discomfort began. They were two
normal-sized bulges, after all; his nook wasn’t made to take that. Regardless,
Sollux continued to push forward until his bulges were buried to the hilt
inside of you. He scratched the underside of your chin with a single finger as
the palm of his other hand pressed down against your stomach, making it more
difficult for you to writhe in discomfort at the nearly unbearable stretch. He
remained still for a while, letting you get used to the burning sensation
before pulling back about halfway. His bulges were coated in your a deep
violet, and it pissed you off that it wasn’t your bulge that was being shoved
inside of him. Your hands curled into fists above your head uselessly; oh, how
much you wanted to grab onto his scrawny little throat and throttle him. He was
so damn attractive and it made you want to hurt him. Badly. Especially as he
jerked his hips, causing you to wail in agony. The little hissing sounds that
he made with that goddamn lisp just made you want to shove him against a wall
and torture him with everything that he’d ever done to you.
The yellowblood finally found a nice rhythm after a few thrusts; it took a
little while, but eventually you began to feel more pleasure than pain in the
rough friction that his twin bulges created. Your teeth dug into your bottom
lip as he ravaged you, brow wrinkled in concentration. He lifted his hand from
your stomach to focus on your bulge, twisting the tip between his long fingers.
He lowered his hand to grab onto the base; he began pumping in time with the
rolling of his hips. “Fuckin’ hell,” you panted shamelessly, toes curling,
“Sol, harder.” He bared his teeth and continued to slam into you relentlessly,
small beads of yellow-tinted sweat rolling down the side of his face.
You always knew the minute he reached his orgasm; he would pause, let out a sob
or two, maybe tighten his grip. He did all three of those things this time. You
shrieked when the sudden extra pressure on your bulge increased; it sent you
over the edge with an arch of your back. Sollux’s genetic material splattered
into the large pail beneath you as he pulled out, bulges resheathing themselves
almost immediately. A bit of the yellow liquid slipped down his inner thighs
from his nook, but you knew that the lazy asshole wouldn’t bother trying to get
that in the pail. Your own (much prettier) genetic fluid followed shortly
after. Sollux made an amazing kismesis, and though you absolutely despised him
(perhaps because you absolutely despised him), you had to agree on the fact
that he was pretty damn skilled.
End Notes
     i'm sorry smut is fun to write
     also titles are not my strong point
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