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[Closed] Fuck It All...

Who: Dirk Strider & Karkat Vantas
When: 8th, not long after noon.
Where: The MSPA apartments. Mostly in Dirk's rooftop room.
Summary: Dirk finally got to go through a update. He was spat out back home into a clusterfuck of a shit storm. He wasn't alone, Karkat too was sent home for a short while. Upon finding themselves back here in the port, comfort and something familiar, something stable is needed.
Warnings: NSFW. The normal amount of bad language and a side of needy sex.

There was nothing quite as nauseating as being pulled up and spat out by the core. Dirk didn't much like it the first time around, never mind the second time. What was more sickening than the heave ho of this city's revolving door, was the pure bullshittery that Dirk had just witnessed and played part in back home.

"Fuck it.. Just. Just fuck it all..."

He uttered to himself as he made his way back from the field where he'd returned, and into the massive apartment complex he'd grown to call home.

Dirk's mood was terrible, all that shit with Jake, feeling like a total jerk and a moron for the way he acted, he didn't know who he was more frustrated with, himself, Hal or Jake, one thing was for sure, he was glad that Jake had gone back home before he had... Because facing him after all that shit? Yea, it would have been beyond awkward. Roxy too, in fact all of them. For once in his life Dirk was glad to be back in this shitty over crowded place where he couldn't hear himself think.

Without realizing it, Dirk was automatically heading down to the basement of the complex, more exactly, he was heading to Karkat's block. He'd not even realized it until he found himself standing in the doorway.

"Well fuck me.. Vantas' gone too? Why am I not even surprised, its like, how can we screw Dirk over more?... Shit... I'm fucking talking to myself now, that's how many fuck's I have left to give... This blows chunks."

This was the closest to huffy teen stropping that you would ever get to see from Dirk, and the house was empty anyway so it wasn't as if anyone would witness it. Dragging his feet up to the roof, up to his room where he intended to wallow on his bed and forget everything that happened.

Only... When he arrived there, he'd find a purring ball of troll, all curled up in his bed...

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Temporal whiplash in a dream bubble when you remember you're dreaming for the first few times is one thing, but actually being dragged around the different fucking multiverses... Well, it's not the first time it's happened. After he'd been dragged out of Sinnoh and sent back home a year had passed before the core pulled him in, and according to Z it hadn't even been that long for his pokemon. And now here it was again, being yanked out of one place have a year of hell then spit right back out. Only this time he was in the same place, the same familiar environment he'd become so accustomed to that felt more like home than anything had in a long time for as fucked up as it was. He knew he had to find Dave, to talk to him and see what the hell's going on with im and maybe apologize seriously for being a dick before because they were finally on the same page again.

But more important than making sure things were still chill with his only bro was seeing the other Strider. He'd lost everything back home, all his friends and his rail and fuck it all to hell. But here he still had something, something stable that he could honest to fucking god count on to be there for him when he needs it. He doesn't know if Dirk noticed him being gone for the day, he sure as fuck knows he didn't even notice Dave disappearing for a day the last two times it happened so who knows.

When he found the rooftop room empty, he was vaguely disappointed but not surprised. Life had a way of fucking with him, but he wasn't going to let it. He curled himself around one of Dirk's pillows, just closing his eyes and breathing and comforted by the fact that everything else went to hell, but there's hope here. He didn't know when he fell asleep nuzzled into the pillow but with how tired he was at life in general it probably didn't take very long.

Even with someone entering the bedroom, he barely does more than cling tighter to the pillow in his sleep.

"...."

What the fuck? Was the thought that went through his mind first, then? Then he just sighed and carefully closed the door behind him. Leaning against it and looking down, watching the raise and fall of Karkat's chest. He was sleeping soundly, here in Dirk's room... Did that mean he actually was missed? Was needed and wasn't as big of a jerk as he thought he was?

Carefully walking over to the bed, Dirk took to sitting on the side of it, pulling the blanket up and over Karkat's shoulders before sighing and letting his head hang into his hands.

Karkat's always been a light sleeper at best, especially when not in his recuperacoon. He stirred when Dirk sat down, and when the covers were pulled over him he was fully jarred to consciousness. But he didn't jolt, because he could tell it was Dirk and there was no reason to be alarmed. He waited a second to gather his thoughts before finally opening his eyes, and was a little surprised at what he saw.

Something was wrong, it was obvious by the way Dirk's posture was that he was out of sorts. But Karkat's never been good at comfort, so he does the only thing he can think to do. And really, the only thing he wants to do right now. He sits up in bed and leans over to wrap his arms around Dirk's waist, head resting against his back.

"Hm?" So he was awake after all, though the fact he didn't say anything, hit out at Dirk for having been missing or burst into dramatic tears, told Dirk all he needed to know. Karkat either knew where Dirk had been, or he'd been gone himself too? Whatever was afoot right now, it was clear that the both of them had been subject to total fucking bullshit, there was just no other way to say it.

He turned a little, not saying a word as he moved to pull Karkat away from his back and more so to his side. At first he didn't even look at the trolls eyes, he just kept his own low set. Ashamed, confused, upset and frustrated, these were the things he was feeling inside his mind, but as that smaller gray skinned male curled into him, Dirk could feel himself wanting to just say fuck it and go push all the bull crap aside... You know why? Because look at what he had here, right in fucking front of him.

"..Vantas."

For a long moment he just stares at Dirk, trying to figure out what the hell's wrong but not wanting to cross any lines. It doesn't take more than a few additional seconds before he stopped giving a shit and just gave in, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. When he spoke his voice was no more than a mumble at first.

"And I thought I was having a shitty day. Anything I can do?"

Dirk sighed, some of the tension melting away as Karkat combed his fingers through less that neat blond spikes. His shoulders eased down back to where they should be and his even slumped a little in the middle of his back.

Both hands came out, one on Karkat's side, gloved hand gripping firm yet softly, his thumb rubbing and smoothing over a hip bone. His other hand cupped the trolls face as he brought his own down to meet him.

Foreheads bumping lightly as his shades slipped down the bridge of his nose before falling off and landing on Karkat's lap. His eyes were almost closed as he looked down, but slowly he moved them north, catching his troll lovers and staring with worn out half lids.

"Stay with me? Through the night. And all tomorrow. And the night after that? " Dirk's voice too was a rumble of a whisper. He drew his head back enough for Karkat's face to come into perfect image.

"I don't want to lose you. I don't think I could deal with losing you now." His hand that had cupped the trolls face, slipped back, smoothing through the thick black hair and cupping the back of Karkat's head.

Dirk moved in again, pressing small kisses to the side of Karkat's throat and neck. Talking softly between each one.

"You mean so much to me. ~kiss~ Vantas... ~kiss~ I don't want to be here. Without you. ~kiss~ Vantas... ~kiss~ Shit... ~kiss~ I need you. ~kiss~ I want you. ~kiss~ Vantas... ~kiss~ Vantas~ "

The talking stopped, instead, it was replaced with heavy breaths and more kisses that trailed up to the jaw line, edging away towards the corner of his lips. His hand pushed handfuls of hair up on its way over his little sticky out ears and to the base of a nubby horn.

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He was glad for the tension leaving, showing that he could actually do some good overall and wasn't just a waste of space here. Karkat couldn't help but lean into his touches, so familiar and yet it seems like it's been far too long since the last time he just got the chance to cuddle up to him all he liked. The shades falling were his first clue his instinct that something was wrong was correct and he held them carefully knowing how important they are to Dirk.

Just as lost as he is, maybe even more so, and nothing that this place could have done to him. Dirk must have gone back too, but for what amount of time he's not sure. He let out a soft purr against the kisses, setting the shades aside to bring his arms up to wrap around him and hold him close.

"Dirk, I'm not going anywhere. I won't. I'm so sick of being thrown to the background. Why the hell do you think I was waiting here for you? I wanted to see you, needed to know that you were still here and if you want me here there's no way in fuck I'll leave your side." He could feel his own breaths picking up as he spoke, the extent of the affection being poured on him almost to the point of overwhelming. But he welcomed it, Dirk's his boyfriend and he needed him and that's all that mattered at that moment.

Of course he could do good here, all Dirk can recall Karkat ever doing, was something good and normally selfless. Yes, it was obvious, so clearly obvious to Dirk that Karkat was the better of the two of them. A better friend and a better boyfriend, heck he'd waited, he'd always waited and worried sick when Dirk was off for long periods without communication. He gave him space when he needed it and was always there when something went wrong. It made Dirk feel like he was a jerk, like he didn't deserve a lover like Karkat.

But he had him. There was no way he was going to let something as special as this just slow down and die out like a walkman with dud batteries. No, now was his moment, his chance to show Karkat just what he meant.

The kisses continued to pepper around and over Karkat's face until their lips finally connected. The slight scrape of sharp little fangs was wonderful, it sent shudders and sparks through Dirk's core. His hands gripped tighter, his body pressed closer, until before he knew it, he was laying Karkat down against the bed and leaning down over, flushed into him.

Fingers all rough, dry and calloused from handling swords skimmed over Karkat, pushing his shit up his chest. Dirk dipped his head and showered those kisses there, over heated gray skin. Licking and nipping with his teeth, finding his hands now gripping and pulling, lightly yanking as if pawing like some needy animal, at the trolls hips.

Fuck it Dirk, you love him, you love him, now just fucking show him that, show yourself that. Just let go and go with it. -His voice suggested inside his head as he panted and stopped long enough to look down at the trolls face.

"I don't want to pull the strings tonight... I'm the one under control, Vantas... You have a hold on me that I tried and I can't fight off..." He was panting, voice low and full of something carnal.

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