Smutstuck One-Shots

StriderCest (I almost Died writing this)

(Incest, PG-13 Acts of Affection, Strong/Vulgar language.)

"Hey Bro."
Dave walked into the kitchen, greeting his older brother.
"Where were you?"
"Hanging out with John."
Dave shrugged, moving Dirks Smuppets off the chair to sit down.
"And you didn't bother to text me?"
"Sorry I forgot."
Dirk set down a bowl of noodles, his hand on his hip in front of Dave.
"Forgot? You forgot to tell your Bro that you were going out for the whole night?"
Angrily Dirk grabbed a fistful of Dave's shirt, standing him up.
"I said I was sorry!"
"That doesn't change the fact that I was up all night waiting for you."
"You didn't have to be."
"Didn't have to be? I didn't have to be-! Cal and I were fucking worried."
"Cool."
Dave broke out of Dirks grip and walked up stairs.
What was such a big problem?!... Does he care that much?

Back Downstairs:
Damn it! Why does Dave have to be such a brat sometimes?!
Dirk thought to himself as he ate half of the bowl of noodles he made for dinner.
But more importantly "Why do I care so much?!"
He asked Cal.
"He's a real fucking Dumbass. But I should check on him anyways."

Dirks POV
Knock Knock
Not hearing an answer I opened the door to Dave's Bedroom, but he wasn't there. That's... Strange. Dave's always in his room when he's angry.
I decided to look for him around the house, but when I shut the door I heard a soft rustling from inside. I glanced at Cal who had placed himself on the small table and held up a finger.
"Shh"
I motioned and put my ear to the door. For ironic things.
I listened for a couple seconds before I heard Sniffling.
Was Dave... Crying?
Another soft sob confirmed that he was so I burst into the room, surprising A tear soaked Dave.
"Dirk, get out."
"No."
I leaned on the door frame and Dave opened back up his computer.
"Who're you talking to?"
I asked, walking over to look at his screen.
"John and Rose."
I know Dave's got a thing for rose. And I know it's selfish, but I want to break it up.
"Yeah? You uh, kiss her yet?"
Dave looked up at me and back down to his computer.
"No. Nor do I want to."
"Why not?"
"Why do you care?"
I stumbled backwards when Dave stood up, pushing me.
"Because I'm your brother and I need to know these things."
Before I could stop him Dave ripped off my shades, exposing my eyes to the light.
"Your fucking lying. I see it in your eyes."
"Tell me the god damn truth Bro."
I looked away and a sharp yet dull pain flashed across my cheek. Dave had slapped me.
"Tell me damn it!"
"There's nothing more to tell!"
"Bull shit! I want the fucking truth!"
I felt anger and rage boil in my chest, taking over.
"The truth? Fine I fucking love you Dave!"
As soon as those words came out I snarled at his shocked expression.
"What? Surprised? Give me my glasses."
I held out my hand but Dave didn't move.
"Dude, shades."
I'm not one to loose my cool, but Dave drives me fucking mad. His body, his style, his coolness and ironic-ness...
"Just forget I said anything alright? It was un-cool of me. So just-"
Before I could finish my sentence I felt Dave's soft full lips on mine. Surprised I broke away.
Dave took off his own shades, our Scarlet Red eyes meeting each others.
"Don't go easy on me Dirk."
Dave never calls me by my name.
His lips smashed into mine again and I heard the clink of glass and metal hitting the floor. Swept in the moment I wrapped my arms around the little Strider, and he wrapped his arms around the back of my neck.
'Don't go easy on me Dirk'
Repeated in my head over and over. If that's what he wanted, I'll happily oblige.
I pushed the Little strider on the bed, crawling on top of him while My tongue played with his bottom lip. I heard a small whimper from him and smiled partly. Not all the way because that's not Ironic Nor Cool.
Dave's lips suddenly broke away from mine and he looked over to the door. Cal was there, holding out a condom.
I couldn't help the small chuckle and grabbed it.
"Well thanks Cal for being a Pal!"