Homestuck Oneshots

GHB/Gamzee (Pail)

//AN: This part is going to be an incest, boy/boy ship. Written in 3rd person :3//

With a groan, the purple-blooded prick named Gamzee Makara found his way into his ancestor's room of his palace. The first thing to happen, a musky, earthy scent waved into his nostrils. Then, right as that musk went away, the faint scent of blood became obvious. And as he had a bit of a look around, Gamzee saw exactly the source. The floor, the walls. The door, the throne. All spattered in blood of the lowerbloods and seadwellers. Pink, jade, rust. Every color, everywhere.
"How DARE YOU enter this motherfuckin' palace of the almighty Grand Highblood, you MISERABLE EXCUSE FOR MY DESCENDANT?!" Well, shit. Gamzee knew that voice all too well. That voice was the voice of his massive handed ancestor, The Grand Highblood. "Answer me, you SORRY FUCK!" Another terrifying yell echoed throughout the room in that deep, husky growl of a voice that Gamzee loved... Not that he would EVER admit that.
"Now brother, just all up and calm your shit, it's just me, Gamzee. I didn't mean to wander into no motherfucker, I'm bored is all it is." The voice of the descendant troll was no match to the other with his pitch. Highblood had a voice of a god, and compared to him, Gamzee was a pipsqueak. Gamzee only fell a bit over six feet tall, and the Grand Highblood came up damn near ten feet. It made Gamzee wonder how tall he would end up as an adult troll. But as Gamzee was lost in the thoughts of his possible future, his ancestor had sashayed up to him in that strut of glory. Well, not a strut, more like a large stomp.
"I smell that putrid scent of heat, you NEEDY LITTLE FUCK! Coming to me, all up and motherfuckin' hopin' you can get a quick lay fom me?! HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT ME YOU SICK FUCK!" Every time, every word, it's a yell. But Gamzee loved it, being the sick, lewd fuck he was. The small troll began feeling a heightening warmth in his cheeks. Though the room was dark, the other didn't fail to notice that growing flush of the other's face. "You're one SICK ASS MOTHERFUCKER!"
"Oh, I may be a sick motherfuck, but at least I ain't no goddamn sexy beast that's playin' hard to get and shit," spoke Gamzee. His voice was soft, and on a level, it was seductive. "Knowin' a troll can't resist that body of yours.." The Highblood only growled. Not only did he pass Gamzee off as a weird fuck, but he had his own feelings toward the other. He hated him to the ends of the universe, yes, but somehow he couldn't resist him. And in all the honesty of the land dwelling ancestor, he wanted to make sure Gamzee knew one thing; Gamzee belonged to HIM. ONLY HIM.
And the second that Gamzee looked Highblood in the eyes, his cheek was met by a giant slap, one strong enough to send him into a wall. He hit the wall with a loud 'thud', and he slouched for a moment. Gamzee coughed, then it hit him; He was asserting dominance. He may be the big guy, but Gamzee will be damned if he's gonna be the beta. So, in a quick movement, Gam was up and running towards the forceful fuck. But in that dash, he forgot the height difference, and smacked face first into his chest. The large purple-blood only gave a deep, mysterious chuckle, which only made Gamzee want to fight even more. So, he did. For twenty, pain-staking minutes, the two slapped, punched, and threw to the best of their abilities. Both became scratched up, bloody, and beaten. But as Highblood's attack guard lowered the slightest bit, Gamzee took that golden opportunity. He struck the giant in the horns, managing a large crack. This brought the large-handed troll to his knees in a wail of pain, and Gamzee laughed near demonically. Highblood looked up, his eyes giving sign of he's defeated.
"All that talkin' shit was for nothin, you ain't as motherfuckin tough as you act. Now, unless you want a broken fuck of a horn, I suggest puttin' that damn mouth a yours yo work before I break a motherfuckin' pin in it." Gamzee kneeled in front of the other and roughly began to kiss him, quickly making it deeper, his dark purple tongue grazing over the lip of the ancestor. But when Highblood refused the troll access, Gamzee reached up, shoving his long claws into the crack on Highblood's horn. As the other yelped in sudden pain, Gam took that as his chance, shoving his soft tongue into the mouth of the other, and he was not refused when he did. The other accepted his descendant's tongue into his mouth, not even attempting to assert himself with the other, afraid of having his horn broken fully off.
Gamzee made sure to lick every inch of the other's mouth, fangs, tongue, even the roof of his mouth. And as he was exploring the last listed area, Gamzee felt hands on his shoulders, and large arms that snaked around his neck, said hands joining once away from the fluff of the back of Gam's hair. When Gamzee's tongue touched a certain spot of the other's mouth, a muffled gasp, then soft moan slipped from the other's throat. Never once had he heard such a weak sound from the brute that humans would call his "father". And the second he realized what he had done, Highblood gave a soft whine of embarrassment. Gam wasn't going to let him live that down.
"Gamzee, as your motherfuckin' ancestor, I swear to troll Jegu- ack!" Highblood couldn't even finish a statement after he pulled from Gamzee to complain. Before he got a full sentence out, Gam gently grazed over that lovely crack with his fingertips. Watching the eldest of his bloodline writhe underneath him was a blissful sight for Gam, and he wasn't going to stop there. He knew he turned his ancestor submissive, and he was going to take very much advantage of that.
Gamzee's rough, long fingers snaked around the hard mass of the Grand Highblood's horns, and the small troll began stroking the sensitive lengths gently and slowly, an agonizing pace for the other. He might be submissive, but he doesn't take well to being teased like this. He's began what he knew Gam wanted, soft whines and whimpers. He wanted the large subjugglator beneath him to writhe and cry out like the needy bitch Gamzee knew Highblood was. God did he want it. He was going to have it, too.
As Gamzee stared at the larger troll, he noticed something. It was a rather lovely sight. Right in the center of the purple-blooded ancestor's pants, there was something... Squirming. The only thing that squirms is, well, an unsheathed bulge. Oh, if that moan earlier was bad... Gamzee was never going to forget this.
"Not even doin' anything fuckin' hot, and you're all up n' drippin' for me, ain't ya motherfucker?" As Gamzee spoke, his tone was incredibly cocky. And with that cockiness, there was a hint of desire that was very obvious. It wasn't his tone that gave Gamzee away, oh no, it was the way he was looking at Highblood. This didn't go unnoticed by him, he only reached a massive hand to grope Gam on the ass. In that process, his long, thick fingers rubbed against Gam's clothed, dripping nook. Highblood's face heated the second Gamzee gave a soft squeak. Gamzee blushed like mad when he realized how needy he sounded, and he growled as he saw that smirk. Gamzee didn't even give the fellow highblood what he wanted with a remark, instead he ripped his shirt clean down the middle. That smirk went into a face of annoyed surprise very fast.
"The motherfuck are you doin' boy?!" Highblood seemed to yell. Gamzee only laughed as he removed his own shirt. Soon after, his long fingers were all over Highblood's chest. They started at his neck, his hands wrapping themselves around the other's throat gently, and then he begins applying pressure, choking the large troll gently. Not only did the huge-handed male below his ancestor squirm, he moaned in a strained manner. This only made the bulge of both trolls squirm and push against their confinements, earning a groan from the two. They realized one thing, and boy did they realize it quick. They wanted one another, and they were going to have what they want.
As soon as he saw the looks of want in the other's eyes, that look of lust, need, and pure want, he felt like an animal with a craving. A craving that wouldn't stop. As soon as he got that idea, off came those weird pants of the Highblood, and Gamzee's own sweatpant-like apparel. In that process of quickly tugging away of the lower half of clothing, Gamzee purposely clawed along the thighs and hips of his ancestor, and a weak moan slipped from him. Just to fluster Gamzee more than he already was, the large subjugglator gently began to tease at his descendant's bulge. It was dripping, literally. There were small, transparent, sticky drops of pre-material slowly dripping off, the purple-blood's nook was doing the same. The tip of Gamzee's bulge curled, and he let out a gentle moan of the other's name. Pulling at Highblood's arm, Gamzee moved to sit between his legs. The long, thick, purpley-gray appendages tangled and writhed on each other, showing desperate need of attention.
At that point, both began moaning like no tomorrow. Of course, in their location, nobody would hear them. They didn't have to worry about being soft. So the second Gam pried his bulge away, and started kissing Highblood's neck, the other got a feeling of fluttering in his abdomen. It wasn't "butterflies", it was indescribable. It wasn't bad. It was amazing. He's never felt that way before. And he wanted to feel that way, over and over.
As Highblood forgot the world around him as he wondered about that feeling, he didn't even notice where Gamzee had been laying. Not until he felt a warm feeling engulf his bulge, snapping him in reality. Highblood's back arched, and a loud, raspy moan rang throughout the room. Gamzee looked up with a precious, innocent glow in his eye as he did not so innocent things. 'God, how is he so cute..?' The giant thought. The loud moans never stopped as Gam skillfully worked his mouth around on the bulge. He sucked the tip, slowly making his way down to the base of it. He repeated that, only doing it that pain-stakingly slow to torture the other. Growling, Highblood grabbed onto Gamzee's horns, rubbing the tips of them teasingly. But when he felt teeth touching his bulge gently, he froze. He felt vibrations of laughing, and Gam pulled away from the bulge of his ancestor, sitting up. No words were exchanged, but looks were loud enough. Neither had to speak.
Gamzee smirked, not just any smirk. A smirk that you would see on Sollux's face after pissing Eridan off. And Highblood gave him the death glare of a thousand daggers. That look was "sexily terrifying" in Gam's opinion. After the long moments of staring into one another's eyes, the two were reminded of their current task when their aching bulges began knotting themselves as they tried to touch.
Gamzee's smug look melted into a soft, loving smile. Leaning up, Gamzee placed butterfly kisses on Highblood's face. His hips found themself to be right against Highbloods, their bulges intertwining once again.
"You ready, motherfucker? I'm all up an' motherfuckin' bout to do it..."
A single nod was given, and that's all that was necessary. Gently, Gam let his bulge slip into the tightness of the other's hot, dripping nook. Gamzee and Highblood both cried out in unison, and there wasn't an ask of if he could move, no. Gam immediately starting moving. His pace was quick and rough. Sounds of skin smacking echoes, moans ring, and crying of names started being exchanged. But soon, Highblood grew tired of the pace that felt too slow. He knew Gan would be a fuck about it, so he had his own plans. He kicked the other, sending him flat on his back against the floor. He made an attempt to lift himself up, but he was only pounced on by his lover. Gam felt his bulge go back into the other's nook, and an extremely fast, very forceful bounce began. Highblood never knew he could sound or look as he did. His hair was a mess, he was sticky with sweat, mouth agape, eyes screwed shut as he cried aloud. This sight, this was Gamzee's weakness. He wanted so much more of this. As Highblood bounced, Gam started thrusting his hips up, meeting his pace as best he could. That little blowjob that the massive fuck received had taken its toll. Highblood was close, and Gamzee wasn't far behind.
As Highblood started giving signals of being on the brink of orgasm, Gamzee only made it worse. He grabbed the others bulge, pumping his hand up and down very quickly. Highblood gasped, and yelled. "Pail, pail!" Though his loud pants and moans.
"I-i'm all up and fuckin' gonna f-fill you w-with indigo, y-you asshole of an an-ancestor!" Gam said as best he could, stuttering as he tried to speak before he burst. Right as he finished speaking, Highblood tensed and coated his and Gamzee's chests with his genetic material. That sticky pure mess drove Gamzee to finish as well, a loud cry of the other's name signalling so. Both panted loudly, Highblood rolling over and Gam falling on top. Before Gamzee could speak, Highblood already passed out. 'Damn motherfucker, I tired him out all up n' good..' Right after that thought, Gam found himself in the same boat. He was unconscious too.

//EHHHHH I CAN'T WRITE THE LEMONS//