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WHO: Karkat Vantas and YOU
TONE: light
RATING: PG-13 (for Karkat's mouth mainly)
WHEN: backdated slightly to April 22nd
WHERE: the library
WHAT: Karkat's doing homework and you're invited to bother him
STATUS: ongoing

Eighteen inches for Charms and twelve inches for Care of Magical Creatures. Who the hell set these ridiculous amounts of homework? Oh right, the teachers. If there was one thing about the school that Karkat abhorred more than maybe the lake or how long it took to get to class, it was the homework. Who the hell wrote in inches anyway? He couldn't count on his aunt to give him a good grade in Care just because they were related either which was disappointing but he guessed that was how things went anyway.

He'd been sitting there since after lunch, and he stretched, placing his head on his arms with a huff. This was ridiculous.

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He actually kind of had wanted to go for real. Keeping an eye on Equius had been the perfect excuse. Karkat slouched a little in his eat, a flush covering his face at the thought of wearing a dress. Kanaya sometimes forced him to help her out by modeling, so there wasn't really much of a difference to him. Though it would...probably be weird.

"It would be kind of weird," he said, but his voice didn't sound scathing at all. His flush grew deeper, something that stood out among the bright red of his hair. "Especially in the Forest. I don't think Kanaya would appreciate one of her dresses getting torn or something." He knew that all that hard work gone to waste would be hard on the Ravenclaw.

He paused, tilting his head. "When's your birthday?"

"Oh... Oh, you're right," he said at Karkat's comment about Kanaya. He hadn't thought about that... the forest wouldn't be good on a dress at all, and he would hate for Kanaya to put so much work into something that would only get ruined. "Yeah... it's a stupid idea," he murmured quietly, and there was a little sadness in his voice.

It took him a second to to realize when Karkat asked him about his birthday, but he looked up at the gryffindor after a moment, "Oh, um... May 5th," he said. "Wait, uh, why?" He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. That was a random thing to be asked.

May 5th. That didn't give him a lot of time to work something out. He blinked a little when Tavros asked what for and smiled secretly to himself, shaking his head. "If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?"

"Wh- Karkat!" he said, as he realized what Karkat was thinking. No, no, no, he didn't need presents or anything. He didn't really deserve presents! Especially not when he'd been such a bad friend to Karkat. "I- you, you don't have to get me anything!" he said in a hurry, shaking his head. "Really, it's okay! I, don't need or, deserve anything!"

"Shut up. I want to do this so I'm gonna fucking do it." He leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest with a small huff. There was nothing Tavros could say that would deter him from doing something, especially since he'd been such a douche the last month or so.

Tavros folded his arms too, letting out a sigh. "Karkat..." he murmured quietly. He wanted to tell him no, not to get him anything. Because he didn't need anything! All he needed was Karkat's friendship! Heck, he didn't even deserve that. "I..." he murmured, trying to find the best words to use to convey how adamantly he did not want anything.

But he knew Karkat wouldn't listen. Karkat never listened, when he had his mind set on something. Finally Tavros just let out a huff, and stuck his tongue out rebelliously.

The fact that Tavros poked his tongue out made Karkat blink a little bit before he started sniggering. It was just a quiet laugh, but the amusement was plainly there on his face. Leaning forward, the Gryffindor reached out, taking hold of the other boy's tongue between his fingers.

"Aahck!" Tavros let out, try tug his tongue back in, but Karkat's grip was a little too tight and he couldn't pull free. "Kahkatlemmego!" Despite himself, he couldn't help but laugh, though, because this was just so... silly. And he didn't want to be the only one at a disadvantage, so he reached out and took Karkat's nose and held onto it firmly. It wasn't quite the same, but it still felt like a victory to Tavros.

He was expecting maybe the protesting but he didn't expect the other boy to take hold of his nose. Karkat leaned forward into Tavros's hand, teetering on the edge of his seat. He guessed even he could afford to be a teenager instead of an adult sometimes. "You legh me go firth."

Tavros's eyes narrowed slightly, but it was only in a mock attempt at being annoyed and crafty. "Eyoo thtarted ith!" he managed to get out, with a lot of difficulty. "Tho I think that eyoo thould lemme go firtht"

"Abually you sbarbed ib." He attempted to look annoyed but it only ended up making him look silly when he went cross eyed. There was a small moment when it looked as though he was going to fall off his seat, and then it happened, and he found himself face first in Tavros's lap.

Tavros gasped as Karkat fell, and his tongue shot out from between Karkat's fingers and back into his mouth as he jerked from the surprise. His whole body tensed up, because. Faaaces were not meant to go there. But at the same time, he couldn't help but start giggling madly. "Ahaha...K-Karkat, are you alright?" he asked, looking down at Karkat with an amused yet embarrassed look.

Karkat spluttered a little bit before he pushed himself up using the armrests of the wheelchair, lips curling into a pout as he looked up at Tavros. His face felt warm, mostly from landing in the other boy's lap. "Yeah. Fine."

His own laughter at the situation made it easy for him to forget just where Karkat's face had landed, and he giggled even more at Karkat's pouty expression. "Haha...good, I'm glad you weren't hurt." He looked into Karkat's face, and as he noticed how red he looked, it made Tavros's giggles subside and he suddenly felt a little awkward again, as his palms turned sweaty, and his stomach did a weird flipflopping thing.

"...I, uh, really do like your hair," he said in an effort to get his mind off the butterflies in his stomach, and he reached out to touch Karkat's hair again, stroking it softly. Somehow it didn't help the butterflies- what was up with them? Geez.

It felt weird, having someone stroke his hair. Jade and Feferi had been all about getting into his personal space...well, Feferi less so than Jade. But hair stroking had never been something that happened. It just made Karkat's face redder, standing out with the red hair surrounding his face now.

"At least someone does," he murmured, lips quirking a little before he pushed himself away and up a little reluctantly. They were still in a public place after all.

When Karkat pulled away, the realization that he was doing something he probably wasn't supposed to hit Tavros, and he froze with his hand still outstretched. His face was slowly turning even more red, and he bit his lip nervously as he finally withdrew his hand from midair, where he clasped his hands together and started twiddling his thumbs awkwardly in his lap.

Tavros didn't know if he should apologize or not, and he wished that he could just... stop doing things like that, since it seemed to make everything worse. And then there was the voice in the back of his mind telling him that he shouldn't even be doing anything like that with Karkat because he was a boy, and the whole point of figuring things out was to hopefully figure out that he wasn't like that.

But it just wasn't happening, and he was starting to feel frustrating. "Anyone who doesn't, is a jerk..." he murmured softly, trying to just push away all those thoughts he was having. But the conflict probably showed a little in his face, because it wasn't like he was good at hiding his emotions. "S-So...um," but he didn't even know what he was even asking, he was mostly just talking to keep himself from focusing on his thoughts. "Uh..." He let out a frustrated sigh. "I don't, even know what to say, right now."

It wasn't that he didn't like it. He could deny that till the end of time but it would still be a lie. He did like it. Karkat saw the look on Tavros's face before he pursed his lips together, glancing away. He didn't want to say what he was thinking, that it was wrong for this to be happening in the first place. That was why they were doing this, to figure things out?

Right?

He hesitated a little before he reached out, placing his hand on top of the other boy's. "You...don't have to say anything..."

Tavros was confused by that. Both things, the hand on his and the statement that he didn't have to say anything. He'd made Karkat pull away by touching him, so why was he doing that? He was so confused. And he felt like he should say something. He just didn't know what to say, and the butterflies in his stomach were fluttering around and making him feel weird. He wanted them to just... go away. But he didn't know how to even make them.

Finally he swallowed, and stared down at Karkat's hand. "Okay..." was the only thing that would come out, because he still didn't know what to even say. Or do, for that matter. So he just sat there, feeling more awkward than he had in a long time, his eyes flicking around, before they finally trailed up to meet Karkat's, which ended up somehow making the butterflies fly around wildly. He bit his lips, as a blush formed on his cheeks again.

Oh boy. This was getting awkward fast. Karkat reached up with his other hand to rub the back of his neck, wondering what should happen now. He'd always been comfortable with Feferi and Jade but this was...different. His stomach flip flopped horribly, looking around for other people before realizing they were alone in this section of the library.

The hand on his neck dropped and he looked up at Tavros, rust coloured eyes unsure, but at the same time he didn't regret anything. He cleared his throat before speaking, voice softer than usual. "Can I...I mean..." Karkat gave a small sigh. "Would it be okay if I...kissed you?"

Tavros's eyes widened- and it wasn't a slight thing, they pretty much went as big as saucers, eyebrows shooting up as high as they could possibly go. He hadn't been expecting that. Not at all. Had he been hoping? Y- no! No, it hadn't been on his mind at all. Okay he'd thought about it, but he'd pushed all those kinds of thoughts away, because he wasn't supposed to want it. He wasn't supposed to at all, so every time the thought slithered into his mind, he pushed it right back out.

So why was he not recoiling in horror? Why wasn't he shouting no, that it was wrong and they weren't supposed to do that? Sure they were helping each other out, but... it still... he still wasn't- he...

Why were the butterflies in his stomach doing a weird victory lap in his stomach? Why were his palms sweaty, his cheeks pink, why did he want it? He swallowed again despite the fact his mouth was dry, and then he shifted a little. He knew he had to say something, he couldn't let Karkat just sit there forever waiting for an answer. But he didn't know what to say. What were you even supposed to say to that, when you were terrified of even the thought o- oh crap there went some word vomit.

"Yes!"

Lousy good for nothing word vomit, spilling out before he could even stop it, before he could even decide on what to say.

Karkat blinked a little at the response before tilting his head, looking away for a moment as he scratched his jaw. Okay. Well that was easier than he expected. It kind of made him wonder if it would have been that easy with Jade or Feferi. He'd never kissed either girl, even after asking Gamzee if he'd help him learn how to kiss.

Licking his lips, he bit the inside of his cheek before squaring his shoulders, closing his eyes. This was easy, wasn't it? He could do this on a whim no problem, but...actually asking to do it was another thing all together. He glanced of to the side again before looking back at the Hufflepuff.

"Then..." Oh, just shut up, you idiot. Why did that voice in his head sound like Jade? His heart thudded in his chest before leaning in, closing the distance, feeling the pound thump through his body and a full blooded flush come to his cheeks.

Tavros didn't have a voice inside of his head telling him what to do. He was absolutely clueless and his eyes went wide again as Karkat leaned in, and his lips pressed against his own. His heart thumped wildly and his whole body felt paralyzed, a heavy feeling that made it hard to move. He didn't know what to do. But his body, for some reason, wasn't telling him his disliked it. He felt a weird, weightlessness rising up in his stomach, and after a few seconds it started going through the rest of his body, replacing the paralysis with a warm, content feeling.

But that wasn't how he was supposed to feel! He wasn't supposed to like it... at all. But... he did. He did, so much. But he still didn't know what to do with his body, and his mind frantically searched for the solution. Frustratingly and confusingly enough the only thing that came to his head was 'MiRaClEs', and the thought sounded weirdly like Gamzee. And Gamzee wasn't being particularly helpful today.

Where did his hands go? What were his lips supposed to do? He knew- or at least, he thought, that his eyes were supposed to be closed, so he screwed them shut. Okay, that was done... but, okay. He awkwardly lifted a hand and put it on Karkat's shoulder, because that seemed like the right place for it, maybe? Was he supposed to pucker his lips now? He didn't know. Was he doing this right at all? Why didn't classes teach this kind of thing??

Why was he liking it?!

It was so wrong, he wasn't supposed to, he wasn't supposed to like it at all, so why did he? Why was he started to not even care about that? Why in the world was he more worried about doing it right, than he was about the fact he was doing it at all?

He really hoped he was doing it right.

Karkat's breathing slowed, feeling the hand being placed on his shoulder. He had no idea what to do, even with his limited experience. He drew a hand up, cupping Tavros's jawline just like Gamzee had showed him. He pursed his lips together, tongue flicking out of his mouth slightly to lick them before he tilted his head forward, pressing their mouths together as he ignored the ice in the pit of his stomach.

Instead of tensing up like he should've, Tavros actually relaxed when Karkat's lips were pressed into him, and the butterflies in his stomach were apparently cheering loudly, because there was an endless fluttering feeling all up in there. His jaw tingled where Karkat touched, and he shivered a little. Why did that feel good? But it didn't matter, he could barely even form a coherent thought, his mind pretty much completely clouded.

This was happening. His first real kiss. The others hadn't really counted, considering he didn't remember the first one, and the second one had been dubiously consented to at best. But this... this was a mutual agreed to thing- even though he had agreed to it in a fit of word vomit. They both wanted this. Even though he knew somewhere in the back of his mind they shouldn't and what were they doing, oh god? But it felt so good, that didn't matter.

As if on some weird instinct, he leaned into the kiss, and tightened his grip on Karkat's shoulder slightly. He didn't know what else to do, but it didn't matter because it felt so good the way it was, who cared if he was even doing it right?

Karkat couldn't help but shiver a little when he felt the hand on his shoulder tighten. This was different to the kisses in the shack, less frantic touching than back then. Hell, it was different to when Gamzee had taught him how to kiss, and Karkat had to wonder if everyone kissed differently. There was a stack contrast between Gamzee and Tavros, though he supposed the former probably had a little more experience and a lot more confidence than both of them combined.

He tilted his head and pressed into the kiss when he felt Tavros lean in, thumb ghosting along the other boy's skin in a soft caress before it slid into the hair at the back of his head. He opened his mouth slightly, hesitating before licking Tavros's lower lip with the very tip of his tongue.