Perfect 2: A Gamtav Fanfiction

Chapter 8

AUTHORS NOTE (Skip this if you like):

If you do not like smut, or any kind of nsfw, yaoi etc. DO NOT READ ON! You have been warned before but I'm going to say it again. This IS YAOI! YAOI!!! So don't complain to me that my OTP is fucking gay!

You still here? Okay, as you know in Homestuck the trolls have tentacles and nooks. That's what will be used in this fanfic because its more interesting. Also, I have this headcanon that Tavros' metal legs only go up to the top of is thighs so it makes more sense. }:o) Enjoy!

*Back at Gamzee's hive

Gamzee turned the doorknob to the hive and pushed the door. His hive was a mess as usual so this didn't surprise Tavros at all. Gamzee walked over to the human sleeping reciprocal (The bed) and swiped off all the half drunken Faygo bottles, unclean pie tins and bottles of clown make up to make room for the low-blood.

"You are stayin' the night right?" Gamzee asked as he continued fixing up the bed.

Tavros stood quietly for a moment. "Yeah, I assumed so"

Gamzee smirked and turned to face the Taurus. "Well, while I finish getting the sleeper fixed up and shit you can get into these."

Gamzee walked over to the corner of his hive and picked up one of his black Capricorn shirts and handed it to Tav. Tavros took the shirt and went into the bathroom to change.

Tavros pulled off his own clothes. Having trouble pulling off his shirt due to his massive bull horns. He ended up getting angry and ripping the top of it.

"Fuck..." Tavros mumbled. He picked up Gamzee's shirt and pulled it over his head easily. The shirt was almost like a dress being how much taller Gamzee was then the other troll. It ended just above his metal knees and had a smell that lurked of Redpop Faygo. Of course Tavros wasn't complaining. It did smell like his beloved matesprit.

What's the point of wearing this anyways? Tavros wondered Were just going to take it off anyways...

He turned to face the mirror. Fixing the pieces of hair that fell out of place in his Mohawk and left to find Gamzee again.

He turned the corner and was greeted by a huge surprise.

"Gamzee.... what the hell are you doing?" Tavros asked.

Gamzee layed on top of the bed. His laptop was sitting in front of him and he slowly closed it. That wasn't the weird part though. He was in nothing but a pair of sheer black boxers.

"I was just checking my motherfucking trollian to see if anyone wanted to get there wicked chat on while you were getting changed."

Still confused but not complaining Tavros asked again.

"I mean how come you have barely any clothing on?"

"Same goes for you?"

Tavros blushed and pulled the shirt down farther. Trying to cover up what he could.

"Its okay bro. I'm not looking." Gamzee laughed "At least not yet..."

Tavros walked over to the bed and sat on it. Pulling himself under the purple and black covers and covering as much as he could. Though it was a huge turn on to be like this in front of his matesprit, it is also quite embarrassing...

After maybe about five minutes or so, Gamzee turned off the lights and slid under the covers himself. It was already warm, being Tavros had been almost asleep until his felt the bed move. Gamzee scooted down to Tav's level. Checking to see if he was awake. Barely.