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Hibiya wanted to break him, to hurt him. That wasn't so wrong, right? Right? It couldn't have been too bad--especially with the way Sakuraya moaned when Hibiya finally took the gardener's arousal between his fingers, giving the appendage a light squeeze as his free hand produced his dagger. Finally curling all of the slender, gloved, digits around his copy's length--giving slow. tantalizing pumps as the tip of his blade traced the inside of Sakuraya's thigh. The gardener shivered, a small whine slipping through bruised lips as he felt the cool steel digging into his flesh. "S-stop..." Again his cry falls on deaf ears. Hibiya doesn't give afuck if Sakuraya isn't enjoying himself--that wasn't eventhe point of what he was doing. Hibiya wants to see that pretty face contorted in pain, to see the docile alter writhing and crying out in agony. Just because he can And what Hibiya wants, Hibiya gets. Oh, hadn't he planned on fucking this guy senseless? Oh well--this was much more exciting.

Sure, if you have any specific characters/pairings or prompts you can go ahead and request them, I don't really get many plot ideas for Homestuck so if you'd like more, requests would be helpful!

Crawling into his bed, the sheets feel cool against my skin. Enveloping me in a wonderful deep ocean blue dream as my eyes slip closed and a soft sigh escapes my lips. Tsu-chan is here, I can feel him around me. I feel him even when he's not here. Down to my bones and on the surface of my skin. Is this what love feels like? To feel the one you love with you even when they're not there? I twist and turn, wrapping myself in the cool silky ocean blue sheets. Taking in Tsu-chan's scent completely. Tsu-chan, Tsu-chan, Tsu-chan~. I love you.~

I've always hated that feeling... That feeling of loneliness I'd get whenever I was alone And thinking of you. It's such a terrible feeling, It almost makes me sick. Izaya wasn't sure what he should have done when he woke up alone in Shizuo's bed. He wasn't sure how he'd ended up in said bed either. For a second, the man was scared he had done something he'd most certainly regret with Shizuo. He'd sincerely hoped they hadn't had sex, how would he be able to handle it? Sexual intimacy was not something Izaya Orihara was great at handling. The brunet gulped, sitting up and holding one of the pillows close to his chest, burying his face into the plush object as he racked his mind, desperately trying to remember how and when he had arrived in Shizuo's bed. Inhale. Exhale. The pillow smelled like Shizuo, that smoky scent that had an underlying intoxicating aroma, something Izaya couldn't quite name. The brunet's face flushed, why was he spending so much time focusing on that guy's scent anyway?! It was just stupid to dwell on... Finally he decided to get up, to find the blond man, beginning to wander around the small apartment until he found said man in the kitchen. A mixture of steam and smoke rising and drifting through the small space above the former bartender's head. Izaya squeezed the pillow unconsciously, barely aware that he'd brought it with him on his search for Shizuo. He gulped, nervous to voice his presence. He could still walk away, Shizuo was so busy cooking whatever breakfast he was preparing, he hadn't noticed the scrawny brunet. "Shizu-chan." Voice confident, insides twisting. Izaya spoke up, voicing his presence, forcing himself not to flee as Shizuo turned around. The blond quirked a brow, snickering a bit as he took in the sight of Izaya and his pillow. A charming smile adorned that handsome face as he approached Izaya, bringing his lips to the man's forehead in a soft, tender kiss. How out of character for you, Shizu-chan. I don't feel so alone anymore though. This is ridiculous, how did we get in this mess? I guess I shouldn't complain.

I want to feel wanted To feel needed by someone. Anyone. I feel so alone. "Tav, buddy, somethin' wrong, bro?" The young troll shook his head, making no indication that something was wrong. But that was just it, there was something wrong. Everything was wrong. Now that Tinkerbull was gone, he felt alone, empty even. It was as if a hole had been torn in his heart. Not that it mattered of course, none of his friends would care if he were to confide in him. Not even Gamzee. Why should he anyway? He's been missing his lusus for as long as Tavros had known the other troll. What would be the point in trying to find comfort? None of the other trolls would dare try to comfort him, such a thought that they would is just ridiculous. Tavros knew better than that. Tavros's eyes darted over to his friend, hoping to find him spaced out and the subject of anything being wrong completely lost. Instead he was met with dark eyes, filled with concern boring into his own. The young troll flushed, quickly turning back to face his moniter. What are you doing? Space out, darnit. I don't wanna talk about this. "Tav.." Lost in his own mind, Tavros had failed to notice Gamzee make his way over to him. The young troll jumped slightly as he felt his friend grab one of his horns and lean on it slightly, putting most of his weight on the other arm so as not to hurt Tavros. "You can tell me anything buddy. It's what friends are for. Like some kind of motherfuckin miracle sent from the heavens Just for you to fuckin unload all that shit you keep inside, man. You're like my best motherfuckin' friend. I fuckin' love you, bro." Tavros stared up at his friend for a minute before allowing a small smile to surface. I love you too, Gamzee.

Thanks.

Barely breathing, he lay on the floor. Mind numbed with the help of his master's anti-depressants. Eyes slipped closed, hiding dulled magenta orbs. Vaguely the male registered pounding on the door, hardly recognizing the panic stricken voice of Tsugaru. Calls of 'Let me in, open the door.' drifted through the wood and into the air, in one ear out the other. It wasn't that he was miserable, nor the constant feeling of being completely and utterly alone even if he was surrounded by everyone he loved. Psyche felt trapped, suffocated in every waking moment. He wanted to be freed, to feel alive again. But he only felt freedom during his sleep, only when he could dream. Whenever he was conscious, the feeling of suffocation was almost too much for the young man to bear. Smiles were becoming harder to fake, faux cheerfulness and happiness became a chore. More pounding. More voices. Master. Shizuo-san... Delic. Even Hibiya..? Go away. I don't want to be alive anymore. "Psyche-san!" Tsuki now...? No, why are all of you here? Shouldn't you all be with each other? Go away. It'll all be better when I'm gone. Go on now, shoo, all of you! Let me just sleep... It'll be like I was never here. Tears slid down porcelain cheeks, the corners of the young diva's lip twitched and curled into a small smile. Oh, he would miss them...but they shouldn't miss him. He'd be happier this way. They should be happy for him. Ah..this is a nice feeling. I missed this feeling. I haven't felt it since that last time I napped. It's great... So great. I'll never have to leave this great feeling ever again. I'm slipping away. Into a never ending dream. It feels great.

Unrequited Infatuation - ;; Master, master, master. Long spidery digits stroked Izaya’s cheek, barely making any contact with the soft skin. Emotionless magenta hues watched the man sleep, the calm way the brunet’s breathing made his chest rise and fall. Psyche didn’t want his master to be with anyone else. Especially not that scary bartender man. A pout decorated the innocent’s lips, those spidery digits brushing some of his master’s dark bangs away so he could better view the sleeping face. The young man leaned over his precious master, magenta orbs seeming to glow in the dark as lids slid closed and a soft kiss was pressed to the sleeping man’s forehead. Psyche’s lips hovering over the spot he had kissed before his cheek nuzzled against his sleeping master. “Master, master, master~…I won’t let anyone else have you.” Izaya shifted, turning away from Psyche a bit as his subconscious conjured up images and formed them into dreams. Most likely of the ‘scary bartender man’. The carbon copy peppered soft kisses across the sleeping man’s cheek and temple, spidery digits combing through feathery raven locks. “You’re mine, Master, I‘d rather see you dead than with anyone else.” Always on my mind. Master I’m in love with you. You probably don’t understand though, the feeling of rage I get when I see you with him. Izaya was giddy, there was an extra bounce to his step. A lighter sound to his laughter. An all around glow about him that screamed ‘I’m happy’. Psyche couldn’t stand it. Seeing his master happy with someone else. That was just not allowed! Psyche wouldn’t allow it! Every day for a month at least Psyche had been left home alone with that bitch of a woman his precious master had employed. The brunet would sit and draw all day, waiting for Izaya to come home, waiting so they could sleep. But sometimes the man wouldn’t show up at all, staying with that stupid blond brute overnight and making Psyche worry. He’d have to do something. Obviously the little man couldn’t kill Shizuo… No, that would upset Izaya far too much and Psyche couldn’t have that. No. But he could mark Izaya up a bit himself? Thoughts of carving his name into Izaya’s pretty skin flittered through Psyche’s mind, a soft smile curling his lips upward. With his name carved into his master that stupid bartender man couldn’t rightfully touch him! He’d be touching Psyche’s property, and Psyche didn’t like sharing. Especially his master, Psyche refused to share his master. Hey Master. Don’t let him touch you anymore. Because if you do I’ll have to take drastic measures. And I don’t want to have to mark up your pretty skin too badly. I don’t want to hurt you too much. I love you, Master. The first time Psyche sees them kiss fills him with unimaginable rage. The boy is loyally awaiting his master’s return, like a good boy. But he is looking down at the road from that large window in Izaya’s home, watching the pair walk together. Izaya looks so happy. It pisses Psyche off. He wants to scream, he wants to cry. He wants to hurt Shizuo. He wants to claim Izaya. He does none of these things though. Instead he watches the blond man walk away after Izaya enters the building. He notices that nearly invisible skip to the man’s step. He can just barely make out the smile on the bodyguard’s face. In his mind Psyche imagines smashing that handsome face with the heel of his foot. The little movie in his head crisp and clear in his mind. He can even feel the bones cracking beneath his foot. The mini movie brings a cheerful smile to the brunet’s face and he can go on as if he never saw the innocent kiss between his master and that stupid man. That night he brings a knife with him to bed. That night he trails gentle kisses down Izaya’s body, starting from his temple and ending at his hip. Master, you should keep still. I’d hate to accidentally cut something important off. You know how clumsy I can get.~ Psyche carves his name into the soft skin of Izaya’s inner thigh. The informant trembles, attempting to keep as still as possible. The pain is arousing yet at the same time it’s terrifying, considering who is inflicting the pain. Never in a million years had he expected sweet precious Psyche to do this. “Master, please don’t cry. I just need to make sure everyone knows that you’re mine, and no one else’s.” The smile on the clone’s face is terrifying. More terrifying than any smirk Izaya could’ve mustered in his entire life. This was a side of Psyche he’d never seen, and he’d honestly hoped he’d never see it again. But something in his gut told him he’d be seeing a lot of this new side of Psyche. Izaya’s body and thoughts come to a frozen state as he feels something warm and wet pressing against his cuts. Psyche’s tongue laps at the blood, liquid candy. It tastes like his master, his master is delicious. He nuzzles his cheek against the now cleaned cuts. Kissing and humming against soft skin while magenta orbs hide behind eyelids. Master, master, master.~ Izaya’s thigh hurts. He doesn’t want to let Shizuo touch him, not that they’ve had sex yet. Shizuo wanted to wait, he wants to be sure before they go that far. Izaya understands, and now he’s even more willing to wait. Who would believe sweet innocent Psyche did something so heinous to Izaya Orihara? It’s unfathomable. Izaya himself can barely believe it’s happened. But it did. He is wary and does his best to avoid his clone, choosing instead to do his work for the first time all week. Instead of his usual attire he wears a pair of sweat pants, a poor attempt to keep his clothing from rubbing against the new cuts on his thigh that were sure to scar in the formation of Psyche’s name. Izaya is upset, but he won’t cry. Izaya is worried but he won’t tell anyone. He rubs his had in frustration. He’s frustrated. What is he supposed to tell Shizuo when they finally get to that point in their relationship? ‘Oh, Psyche went crazy one night and just decided to carve his name in my thigh. WHOOPS.’ Yeah, that wouldn’t work. Shizuo wouldn’t believe that. No one would. Because no one had ever seen this side of Psyche before. And that side of Psyche scared Izaya. “Master, master!” Izaya jolts. “Not now, Psyche. I’m working.” He doesn’t look at Psyche. In all honesty he’s afraid. He can’t look at that innocent face the same way. He rubbed his temples in frustration again, or was it exasperation? He couldn’t be sure, nor did he care enough to identify which exactly it was that plagued him. He won’t deny being startled when Namie comes over, setting a cup of tea on his desk. “You look tired.” She doesn’t know the half of it. Izaya merely grunts and sips the tea, it’s warm against his throat, almost too hot. But just barely below that level of hot. It’s a pleasant burn he feels, he welcomes it. The informant huffs, continuing with his work, attempting to distract himself from his clone. Trying to keep himself distracted from those magenta orbs he felt monitoring his every move. Shivers continuously went up and down his spine, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Izaya wasn’t supposed to be observed, rather he was the one who was meant to do the observing. He’d obviously have to do something about Psyche. Maybe find him a mate? This would be difficult. Izaya would go out. He’d stay out. He’d stay at Shizuo’s as long as he could because he didn’t want to be near Psyche. He should probably try to figure out just what exactly made Psyche go…insane in a sense. But right now he didn’t want to, instead he’d prefer to stay with Shizuo. Psyche however, he’d wait for Izaya. He knew exactly where his master was and it made him sick. The brunet would sleep in Izaya’s bed, walk around with the blankets wrapped about him. Cuddle with Izaya’s pillows at night and convince himself the scent of his master wasn’t fading away. Tears streamed down his face the first week Izaya hadn’t come back. What could they be doing? Surely the relationship from before hadn’t changed so drastically? Could that stupid bartender man really forgive Izaya for everything he’d done so easily? Were they working it out? What if he’d done something to hurt Izaya? Oh the thoughts of the blond hurting his master caused rage to bubble in the brunet’s chest. Spidery digits clawed at the pillow as anger blurred his vision. Whimpers of his master’s name echoed throughout the empty apartment. “Master, master, master.~” His lip quivered, magenta hues clenched shut, willing the tears to stop. He just wanted Izaya to come home. He missed his master. He missed Izaya. He sniffled and whimpered and cried into his master’s pillow. His fingers dug into the fabric of the pillow, he curled around it, forming a fetal position around the soft object. Master, master! Where are you? Where are you? Sobs wracked the boy’s petite frame, his body trembled. This feeling of sadness, he felt as if he could die from it. Was this heart break? Was this anger? Was it a mixture of both? In all honesty, Psyche didn’t care. He just needed to see his master again. Master.~ Sweet precious master.~ Please come home.~ I don’t want to have to go get you. I might do something that will upset you. I don’t want to do that. I want to please you. I want you to be happy. But I want you to be happy with me. And no one else.

Due to another classroom fight, the infamous pair had gotten detention. It wasn’t uncommon for them to receive such a punishment, though it was rare for it to be just the two of them. The teacher wasn’t even in the room anymore. He had simply left the two teens with a simple command of “Settle your differences.” If only it were that easy. --- Izaya wasn’t sure how they’d gotten to this point. How they’d gone from glaring at each other across the room to confessing their biggest fears and favorite foods. Past experiences, things from childhood. “I didn’t mean to hurt her, Izaya, really I didn’t.” Izaya could easily make some sort of insidious comment regarding Shizuo’s incredible strength and lack of self control. But he didn’t. Instead he allowed the blond to rest his head on his shoulder as tears streamed down sun kissed cheeks. “I never asked for this strength. I don’t want it. I just want to be normal.” Izaya wondered what it felt like. The feeling of self loathing. He could ask Shizuo, after all the blond had to be the one person on Earth who hated themselves more than anything. But he didn’t ask. Why was this time different? Why can’t I bring myself to kick you while you’re down? How disgustingly out of character for me. “Izaya..” “Hm…” “Thanks…” “…No problem…” I guess… Ugh, how disgustingly cheesy. Shizu-chan is just a big teddy bear. How ridiculous…

I never like thinking about what death would be like. I’m scared to die, I want to live forever. In some way or another. The chase had gotten to where Izaya wanted, all he had to do was wait for Shizuo. He wasn’t going to die alone. Nope, that just wasn’t going to happen. He’d take the debt collector with him. He was doing the man a favor, it’s not like Shizuo had much of a life outside of Izaya anyway. Seventy five percent of your life revolves around me. Looking for me. Thinking about me. His heart is racing when he sees Shizuo finally scrambling on to the roof in the least graceful of ways. Crimson eyes roll in exasperation, that devilish smirk still residing on the brunet’s face as he waits. Waits for Shizuo to charge at him like the idiot he is. Waits to take the blond with him over the edge. It’s not that I’m depressed. I’m not upset in the slightest. I just feel no more reason to be alive. You can understand that, right? Shizu-chan? Just as Izaya expected, the blond charged forward. Perhaps he had been aware of what Izaya was doing and chose to ignore it. Perhaps he was ready to die too. Perhaps he realized it was his time. Izaya wasn’t sure. But as he felt those calloused fingers dig into his cheek bones, he tangled his fingers in the mass of blond hair. Crimson eyes boring into mocha orbs as the pair sailed through the air. Time moved around them, it seemed to accelerate, but within their own dimension, sailing through the air. Time slowed to a stand still. Izaya hadn’t expected Shizuo to catch on to his plan so quickly, it had been as if some type of telepathic message had been passed through the air that it was their time. A mutual agreement. Shizuo could’ve easily just pushed Izaya. Shizu-chan… I’m so glad you understand. I don’t think I could’ve done this alone. Thank you.

Oh, Delic… It’s a shame it’ll have to end this way. You really were my best friend… But then you touched my beloved Tsu-chan. And I just can’t allow that to go unpunished.~ “Senpai, what are we doing on the roof?” The blond man stood on the ledge, the wind sweeping strands of hair over his face. Magenta met magenta, each pair of hues shining in the night. A sweet smile decorated Psyche’s face, the brunet moving towards his kouhai in a bouncy sort of motion. Inside Psyche was screaming, screaming at himself. He didn’t want to do what he was about to. But he couldn’t stop himself. Why couldn’t you just keep your dirty hands off of him? Then I wouldn’t have to do this. Filthy slut. Stupid whore. Why couldn’t you just stay with Hibiya? Psyche had remained silent, ignoring Delic’s question. This of course piqued the singer’s curiosity and he turned to face his little senpai, arching a brow in confusion. The silence was strange, something he hadn’t ever really enjoyed. Though he could hear the cars rushing along the pavement that was most definitely miles down below him. Wouldn’t it just be horrid if he fell? “Hey, Senpai..you’re pretty quiet. Something wrong?” His tone was concerned, his voice hesitant. That look, Delic had seen that look in Psyche’s eyes before. Slightly crazed darkened hues of the little brunet’s eyes startled him. Of course the taller of the two gulped, now slightly uncomfortable with being on the ledge. Psyche wouldn’t go so far as to kill him, right? He couldn’t possibly. What reasons would his innocent little senpai have to kill him? I should probably answer you before you get anymore suspicious, huh? Whoops, too late, you’re already too suspicious. Silly me.~ “Senpai…?” His tone was questioning, his voice timid. He wouldn’t do what it looked like he was about to do, right? Right? Delic’s breath hitched, fear pricking at the back of his mind as he moved to step back. Half of his foot went off the ledge, reminding him we wasn’t in the best place to be cornered. He put his hands up, as if that could possibly keep him safe from his currently deranged senpai. “Ps-psyche…what ever you’re thinking about doing, don’t do it.” For a second the brunet paused, blinking rapidly as if he were confused by Delic’s words. What a silly thing for him to say, didn’t he understand it was already too late for him? Too late to escape his fate? Silly Delic, you’re so silly. It’s almost cute how silly you are! “Delic…” “Senpai…?” Another sickeningly sugary sweet grin plastered itself on the brunet’s face and he lunged forward, hands connecting with Delic’s legs just enough to knock him off balance. The blond wobbled for a second before falling back. The brunet hopped up onto the ledge in the same spot Delic previously occupied, crazed magenta orbs locking on to the disappearing horrified ones. Getting further away with each second that passed. He just fell. Delic is just so clumsy sometimes. He should’ve been more careful.~ I’m just here to see you die.

You know Izaya, you can’t get out of this now. Don’t even bother trying, you’ll only fail. I fully intend on keeping you completely for myself. Izaya, Izaya, Izaya. He curled his arms around the petite male, pulling him closer. The blond squeezed lightly, nuzzling his cheek against Izaya’s temple. The brunet squirmed uncomfortably, his cheeks flushing deliciously but Shizuo only continued holding him, increasing the pressure of his arms around the brunet. Squeezing tighter and tighter. “Shizu-chan…you’re holding me too tight..” The sentence was uttered in a breathy voice, a voice straining for air. Shizuo’s arms only tightened, Izaya was his. Sudden possessiveness he hadn’t thought he possessed surfaced. He could feel Izaya squirming, but he didn’t care. No, he wasn’t letting go. He couldn’t right now. You’re in too deep. You’re too involved. You’ve taken the game way too far. “Shizu-chan, I can’t breathe.” He loosened his grip only a little, leaning down to bury his face in the crook of Izaya’s neck. Mocha eyes slipped closed, a sigh escaped Shizuo’s slightly parted lips. The mantra in his head switching back and forth from; Izaya, Izaya, Izaya. to Mine, mine, mine., it was such a strange feeling for the blond. To be so utterly completely obsessed with this man whom he had thought he’d hated for so long. Had the hate simply dissipated? Or had it morphed into something more? It couldn’t be lust, Shizuo didn’t lust after anyone. That just wasn’t how he worked. No, there were feelings behind this, feelings he could only describe as love. Albeit a rather twisted profound love. Once again his arms tightened around the brunet. Sudden thoughts of his flea being flirty with anyone else. If you touch anyone else, I’ll shatter your hand. If anyone else touches you, I’ll kill them. You’re fucking mine. I won’t let you be with anyone else. “Shizu-chan, too tight again, I hadn’t thought you’d be the type to get all cuddly once they got a love-” There he fucking went again with that mindless chatter. He couldn’t ever really shut the fuck up could he? Not that it mattered, Shizuo simply tuned the mindless rambling of the brunet out, letting him rant about cuddling or whatever the fuck he was talking about. Sometimes it was just so stupid. Shizuo snorted, hugging Izaya closer to his body and pressing a soft kiss to his throat. Izaya, Izaya, Izaya. My stupid flea. My annoying tick. I won’t let you go. I’d rather see you dead than with anyone else.