((REALLY OLD)) DaveKat Fluff.. thing..

Karkat muttered curses under his breath, his cheeks burning a bright candy-red. He couldn’t believe that Egbert had known, much less that fucking Strider had told him!

    “It’s always Dave that gets in the way!” He spat, a furious venom in his voice, as was usual. It hurt him, however, to say it. He had been, and still was, quite flushed for John… But Strider was more outgoing, more open, and, Karkat realized slowly, more well-known in Egbert’s eyes.

    “Yo, Vantas!” He heard his newly-proclaimed rival yell from behind. He turned to face the young blond boy with the so-called “ironic” sunglasses.

    “What do YOU want?” He snarled, then scowled viciously. “You’ve already fucked things up for me with Egbert…” Dave inhaled softly, pausing, his stupid face stoic, the usual.     “Well?” Karkat snapped again. Dave didn’t reply, just, oddly, pecked him on the cheek.

    “Wh-what the Hell, Strider?” Karkat stammered, his cheeks burning so brightly he could’ve SWORN they were neon.

    “Just.. apologizing, Vantas…” Dave said softly, before one of his hands shot to one of Karkat’s nubby ((fucking adorable)) horns.

    “Dave, what are you-?!” Karkat felt a strange tingling sensation begin in his blood-pumper; Dave was rubbing his horn (for some unknown reason, why the fuck was this happening in the first place..), and Karkat knew that he couldn’t wriggle free without causing himself odd pleasure.

    “Lemme go, Dave!” Karkat growled, though it didn’t sound as threatening. “You have John to go screw with, leave me a-aahh~!” He felt a sudden moisture of his opposing horn. His eyes fluttered shut and his fists clenched tightly. Dave was now rubbing one of his horns, and drawing his tongue along the other.

    “Dave, nnh~, stop it, I, Aahh~!” The blonde smirked.

    “Egbert wasn’t lying..” Karkat blinked slowly, trying to analyse Dave’s statement.

    “What do you mean..?” He said softly.

    “They really do taste like candy corn.” He then released Karkat’s horns, looking at the now insanely flustered troll.

    “Wh.. How is that an apology, Strider..?” Karkat managed to say.

    “Because.” Dave smirked, that shit-eating grin stabbing Karkat smack in the chest. “You got to feel just a sliver of what I’m gonna give Egbert..” He said coyly, then calmly walked away, the image of cool. Karkat stared after him for a bit.