Not! (Dave X John X Karkat)

Chapter Four

--Dave's POV--

Karkat walked into the library later that day, his eyes sagging like hell. He must have been crying. I wish I could do something for the guy. His face was flushed and his nose was red, his eyes hanging low, just like his fucking dog died. I just continued listening to my music,

He sighed, grimaced, and sank into a chair with one of his complicated troll romance shit. I didn't fucking dare bother him. Eventually, everyone left, and it was only him and I. Without any extra lights, it was hard to see anything, let alone read.

I knew he was bluffing. There was no damn way he could read in this light. Suddenly, his voice broke the silence. "Dave."

I snapped, even if in only the coolest way. "What, Karkat?"

He sighed, seeming incredibly calm. "I... I kissed your boyfriend." He stutters, like he was scared of my reaction. "But it wasn't... it wasn't... what we had." I was furious. He would kiss me, and I already felt shitty about that, but he felt like he could make it up by kissing John? "I... Dave I'm sorry." I left the library after that.

I said nothing. I don't think I had it in me. I was emotionally drained. He had kissed my boyfriend, and hoped that I would be okay with it. I don't think that I'm okay.

Was that... A tear? Rolling down my cheek?

I'm sick of this shit. Really. It's messing with my mind.

I round a corner and run into none other than Terezi.

"Hey, cool-kid. never thought I'd smell another tear out of you. But lo and behold, I seem to have smelled such the smell." She stops smiling and leans against a wall. "Look, Strider. I may seem like I have no idea what the hell happens on this meteor, but let me stick it to you, I see everything." I sigh, knowing I'm not leaving without hearing this pointless monolouge. "I talked to Karkat yesterday, and I think you all should make up. I think that's what he was aiming for, kissing John."

"But he kissed him. And he had no right to." I say, with a tinge of bitterness, "Even if it was as soft and delicate as he says it was, I still think he had no right to my fucking man."

Terezi grimaced. "Hate to break it to you, cool-kid, but it was John that kissed Karkat. He thinks he has a way to solve this conflict. Karkat's been crying his eyes out, and John is probably still a sobbing mess on his bedroom floor. I say you three make up to each other."

I walk away, flipping her the bird. "Not today."

--John's POV--

I don't know how I'm going to live with myself. Dave kissed him, but did that make it right for me to? FUCK NO. I just want to make it up to the two of them.

And I may or may not be implying dirty thoughts. I shook my head, trying to get the images out of my head.

I still sat on my bed, wanting Dave to get home soon. I mumbled for him, wanting to make it up to him.

Finally, finally, Dave returned. He sat next to me on the bed, scrolling on his phone as I cling to the quilt in my arms. I turn to him, leaving the quilt behind. I'm tired, my eyelids drooping, but I want to hug him.

I put my hand on the exposed skin of his belly, where his shirt has ridden up. He flinches, like he wasn't expecting my touch. When I pull one leg over him, he drops his phone. He pulls my head up to his lips, bringing us into a kiss.

I disregard the door that remains slightly ajar.

--Karkat's POV--

"D... Dave be gentle..." I hear through the crack in the door. "Ow!" John says again.

My nose is bleeding, I don't dare to look again. John's cries echo through the halls. These stupid kids. It's like they don't even know what to do with themselves. John makes another whimper, and Dave remains silent. I can hardly take it, just sitting here.

I ruffle my hair, pull some if my shirt out, and push open the door.

Not to my surprise, John is in Dave's lap, shirtless as Dave bites at his collarbone. Neither seem to notice my presence.

Good.

--Dave's POV--

Karkat, just in time. I was planning on him joining us, so we could all make up to each other, so I left the door open. Karkat approaches us, and quickly gets to work at rubbing John's sides. It's obvious that John notices, but he doesn't mind as soon as he realizes it's Karkat.

Karkat kisses the back of John's shoulder, paralell to the one I'm biting, his arms wrapping around John's chest.

John moaned when Karkat licked up to his chin from the back of his neck.

I began to madly make out with John, wanting to one up Karkat. This gave grumpface some damn time to take off his shirt.

I took note that he had no nipples, just two sets of marks on each side of his body. He cast his shirt aside and went to kissing John, distracting him so that I could take my own shirt off.

Thanks, dude.

--John's POV--

With Karkat behind me and Dave in front of me, I was really feeling... Aroused? No, thats not the word...

I don't have a word for it, really.

Karkat's hands massaged my sides while Dave unzipped my pants. He slid them off and had me straddle him.

I didn't take him for the dominant type. He rocked against me, Karkat kissing up and down my spine. My legs went around Dave, feeling a bit sad as Karkat left to sit behind him. Karkat licked around what he could reach of Dave, his hands exploring the area of his chest. Dave planted as He began to buck against my crotch, Karkat no doubt helping.

Karkat and I started kissing Dave, his mouth curling into a smile as we grew rougher.

Against eachother, we were in rapid motion, never stopping to do anything.

Soon we were all in nothing but boxers, Dave rubbing against me as I made out with Karkat. No one was left out.

I ended up with karkat underneath my crotch, and he was sucking at Dave, who made some sounds I haven't heard before. He was obviously pleasured, blushing bright red.

I couldn't think straight. Karkat's nook felt like heaven to me, so I continued to thrust into him.

I reached under Karkat, ny hands groping the bulge in his pants. It wrapped itself around ny wrist as I pumped but I didn't stop.

"Oh my god, Karkat... You aren't supposed to bite..." Dave struggled. Karkat mumbled an apology, and stopped sucking. I took the opportunity to reach over to Dave.

--Dave's POV--

John sat me on him, easing me down. I flinched, but began to moan uncontrollably. Karkat sat behind John, one hand on his chest while the other gave me a hand job. I panted and John bucked, much better at topping than I was. I enjoyed every moment I could, loving the way he felt inside me, the way Karkat's hands touched me, loving the pampering I was getting.

I may or may not have shrieked when John came inside me, but he just covered my mouth with a sweaty hand and whispered "shh"

He was drenched, his hair sticking to his forehead as I kissed him.

Karkat broke the silence of the breathing. "So this makes us some wierd form of auspitice? Like one where we take turns being the moderator?"

"Karkat," John said, kissing him,"thus is what humans call a love triangle. Except fuled more by lust than love or hate."

Karkat sighed, and fell back onto the bed as John finished me off. He ate all of it, which I can't believe, and laid back with Karkat, gesturing for me to do the same.

I fell next to the two of them, still kind of grinding onto John.

If this means anything, it means that we are so doing this again.

End