You are Sollux Captor and you are six solar sweeps. The two loves of your life, Aradia Megido and Feferi Peixes, have both been murdered directly and indirectly because of you.
In a last ditch effort to keep the last person that matter to you, Karkat Vantas, you have blinded him and abused him into submission.
You're sure that he won't leave.
You definitely take the hint this time, fighting through your shivering to sit up slightly and peel off his shirt. Just the way he wants you to. You reach down, undoing the button, then the zipper, and slide his pants to his knees. It’s been a while, you know that much, and this is going to be good in the worst possible way. But you don’t move to remove your own clothes. That’s his job, and it always has been.
so am i noww married to one a the kars
an wwhat quadrant are wwe married in
fuck i forgot about that wwhen fillin out the certificate last night
WE’RE IN A MOBUS DOUBLE REACH AROUND.
wwait howw the fuck does that wwork
a mobius double reach around marriage
that sounds complicated an ridiculous
your face 2ound2 compliicated and riidiiculou2.
Your smile falters slightly at the insult, because you’re convinced he’s right. The tickling of nails against skin makes you shiver, but it’s not really noticeable because you already have been for the past few hours you’ve been sick.
When he digs his nails into your cheek, you wince, letting out the smallest, most pathetic whimper you think you ever have. Your hand falls from his face, pulling close to you before it can touch his lap. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop, I will. I won’t ever leave, they’d have to take away my corpse to make me, I promise.” You’re shaking harder now, and you think you might just up and stop it’s so cold in here. But you won’t say anything, it won’t help you, it will just make you look weak.
You chuckle and shift your position, using one hand to part his legs ever so slightly. “I know that. That’th the only thing you theem to underthtand, kk. You’re here for the long run.”
You kiss his knee, white psionics crackling once around your head in mild irritation that he isn’t already undressing you. But that’s fine. You’re used to him not taking the hint, and his koi side is just as sexy as his slutty side.
“You’re mine.” You squeeze his thigh gently, head twitching up slightly as if to say “You know what to do. Don’t make me ask again.”
You remain completely limp in Sollux’s arms, one hand on your stomach, you know there’s going to be a sizable bruise there, and a slight frown on your lips. The bed is soft, well at least softer than the floor, and with the thinning blanket, it’s at least a little warmer. You turn your head to face him, despite the fact that you’ll never see his face again, and you actually smile. You haven’t done that in a long time. This is the first time you recall him being this nice in a while. It’s kind of like when you’d get sick and he would stay with you until you fell asleep. You reach up and touch his cheek, running your fingertips over his different features, trying to recreate a more sharp, real image of his face in your head. For the most part, it worked. “…Thank you. You’re too good to me. I mess up so much and you still do this for me.” Your words are soft and sleepy, and by this point in your life, you’ve forgotten that most of what he does for you is actually harmful and wrong. You’ve gotten used to it. It’s become a part of you.
“You’re jutht a thtupid grub, kk, you can’t help it.” You continue to brush back his hair, nails tickling his skin ever so slightly.
“I am getting a little tired of you thenaniganth, though. It’th thtarting to grate on my nerves.” To prove your point you scratch the side of his face. Not too deep, but enough to draw blood. “It’th made me very…fruthtrated.”
You turn over, trying to wipe a mostly nonexistent mess from your chin, and do your best to stifle your sobs. They’re only making you look more like a pathetic fuck-up than you know you already are. “…You shouldn’t. I’m stupid, I mess up so much, I don’t know why you even let me stay…but…I-I like it here, for all the times I’m unappreciative of what you give me, I really love you, I just….I don’t know how to be better for you, I try but it’s so hard and I’m so sorry…” Your speech is interrupted by little hiccups and shaky gasps, and the words are hoarse from your cries, but you’re pretty sure that only boosts your chances of him knowing it’s true. Unless it doesn’t. It’s hard to tell.
Slowly the psionics putter out and you sigh, pinching your brow. “You’re jutht a wriggler, aren’t you kk?” You shake your head and lean down, heaving him into your arms bridal style. He’d always been fairly light though, even before Sgrub. Because buying food had required a blood sample, he hadn’t had much to live on.
You start back down the hall to the closet you’ve made him believe is a suitable room, and you lay him down on his bed. With the tip of your foot you nudge his computer away so you have enough leg room to sit on the bed next to him. You pet his hair soothingly. “It’th okay, kk, I thill love you.”
You give a soft groan when you’re moved, panting just slightly and scratching chipped claws against the floor. You give a pained yelp at the kick, gagging and coughing up a bit of blood and bile. The second kick warrants more blood than it does bile, along with a mix of pinkish tears and hollow sobs that echo along the hallways with an eerie, almost ghost-like quality. You’re pretty sure you give a little yell of please between the painful rips of sobs. You’re also pretty sure that would only make Sollux even more mad.
“Why thould I thow you any mercy, kk? You keep betraying me and only thaying thorry when I catch you!” You glare down at him, hurt and anger mixing on your face.