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Karkat was sitting in a kneeling position with his legs spread, by his and Dave's shared bed, currently wondering the life decisions that had led him to this. He was naked, save for the cage constricting his bulge the key to which was currently dangling on a chain around Dave's neck, jingling with Dave's rythmic movements. Karkat was grasping a bucket in front of him between his spread knees looking at the spectacle before him. Dave was bouncing up and down on the bed, straddling grey legs that stood in front of Karkat, planted firmly on the ground as the person they belonged to lay on Karkat's and Dave's bed whilst Dave was riding him. Karkat was situated perfectly where he could see a large purple bulge sliding in and out of Dave, fluid drippling out and staining the sheets in purple as Dave's cock wobbled as he raised and slammed his hips down, guided by two large grey hands wrapped around Dave's waist. The sight wasn't all that unusual considering Karkat's proclivities in the bedroom but what was different was Dave. His face was covered with a harlequin face painting, lovingly crafted by Gamzee himself earlier in that day, now streaked with tears of pleasure. Dave's glasses lay long discarded in the adjacent living room, his eyes bared for all the world to see. Dave's eyes were locked with Karkat's, who couldn't tear them away from his, couldn't bare to not look at the miracle unfolding before him. Dave's eyes were not filled with pity or scorn or mockery but love, the purest form or unadultered love as he panted with effort and pleasure, shivering with each slam of his hips and letting out little moans of pleasure.
A half consumed sopor pie lay next to Karkat, along with a full bottle of faygo, sopor did funny things to a trolls head and even funnier things to a humans head. Karkat had not had an ounce but he couldn't say the same for Dave and Gamzee. Dave lifted his arms that were previously propped against Gamzee's thighs and extended them towards Karkat. Karkat rose on wobbly knees, still grasping the bucked in his hands as Dave laid his hands on his cheeks and guided him forward, gently, so gently, towards his face and kissed him, the face paint smearing slightly on Karkat's face. The kiss was lingering and loving and gentle and Karkat could almost forget the situation he was in, forget the defiling of his matesprit taking place in front of him, until Gamzee decided to thrust up causing Dave to moan in to his mouth and break the kiss, his eyes rolling up in their sockets as he came, spilling onto Karkats chest and partly into the bucket Karkat was holding in front of him.
”Get ready Karbro, here I come,” Gamzee said, snapping Karkat out of his trance that the kiss had left him in and he quickly fell back to his knees and aligned the bucket between Gamzee's legs, along the edge of the bed where it could catch most of what was about to come. Gamzee buried himself as deep as he could into to Dave and up this close Karkat could observe as what couldn't fit of his bulge swelled with a slight thin sheet of pre-mat before starting to secrete a large quantity of actual gen-mat. Karkat tried to collect as much as he could from what dripped outside of Dave's hole as he moaned above him. After he had rode out the waves of pleasure with little thrusts into Dave's hole Gamzee started to lift Dave up and slide his bulge out him, more gen-mat started to fall out of Dave's hole with Karkat dutifully trying to collect it but there was just so much it that it stained Gamzee's thighs and the sheets and drippled down onto the floor. After all was said and done the bucket was half full of purple secretions, mixed with tiny droplets of Dave's cum.
Gamzee rose from the bed lifting Dave's limp figure with him, pruple ran down his thighs as his naked figure stood up to his full height but he did not seem to mind, a serene smile plastered on his face. Gamzee set Dave down on his knees on the ground. Dave wobbled a bit before straightening his poture and fixing his gaze on Gamzee, unlike with Karkat Dave's eyes were now filled with reverence, as if he was looking at a prophet.
”The elixir,” Gamzee ordered Karkat, who snapped out of looking at Dave, who did not pay any mind to Karkat too busy staring adoringly at Gamzee's face, and handed him the bottle of faygo before lifting the bucket toward Gamzee with both hands. Gamzee cracked open the bottle of faygo with a hiss and poured it all into the bucket, and sunk his hand into it, mixing the red fizzy drink with purple. Karkat could not help but notice the similarity of color into his own blood and what his gen-mat would look like if it was allowed into the bucket, which it never was. Gamzee then lifted his hand from the bucket, cupping the foul concoction into his palm and moved it towards Dave face. Dave closed his eyes expectantly as Gamzee started pouring the disgusting slurry onto his face and hair, as if anointing him with holy oils. A baptism and rebirth. Dave's already disheveled hair became stained in purple and matted with sugary stickiness, his already messy face paint even more stained and mixed. Yet through all this he was smiling. The stoic Strider was smiling a smile of true happiness. Karkat felt creeped out by the sight.
”We stand here to welcome a new believer to our midst,” Gamzee said, as if speaking to a grand congregation and not the three of them in Dave and Karkat's bedroom. ”One of the finest of bitches with the choicest pieces of ass I've ever had the pleasure of cracking has seen the miracles and is now redeemed.”
Gamzee pushed his stained hand towards Dave's mouth who dutifully opened it started to lick Gamzee's fingers clean, one by one, lewdly using his tongue to clean between them whilst Gamzee stared with half lidded eyes, still smiling and sometime pushing his fingers in deeper so Dave would choke on them before retracting his hand and gripping Dave's cheeks to bend down and kiss him. Gamzee's large tongue invaded Dave's mouth in a wet and messy kiss as their face paints smeared together. Karkat could simply stare. The kiss lasted a long while and when Gamzee finally let Dave go he was panting with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and continued to stare at Gamzee as drool dripped down his chin.
”A good redemption is always sealed with a kiss, come here Karbro,” Gamzee said turning to beckon Karkat closer. Karkat set down the bucket of foulness and inched forward on his knees towards Dave who was now looking at him and smiling a soft and warm smile, the sight of it setting Karkat's heart aflutter even after all this time and despite the circumstances of the situation they were in, he could endure it all for this smile. Gamzee tangled his hand in Karkat's and Dave's hair and pushed them towards ech other, as if they needed the guidance. Dave locked his lips onto Karkat's in another gentle kiss, but this time Karkat could not taste the familiar taste of Dave, it was all overwritten by sickly sweet sugar of faygo and tangy saltiness of gen-mat. Karkat was keenly aware that they were both kneeling in front of naked Gamzee and their kiss was occuring right on the level with Gamzee's bulge. Dave was sticky all over and as he embraced Karkat he could feel Dave gluing onto him, staining Karkat and attaching himself onto him. All the while Gamzee loomed over them like a shadow, still smiling his half lidded smile.
There comes a time in every young trolls life when he has to come to terms with the decision of his matesprit to gradually morph into a juggalo. Karkat would do anything for that smile, just like Dave would do for his.