Provocation of a Fluke (Bro/Karkat)

Karkat stomped over to the tv and stood in front of it, glaring at Bro, "Fuck you! I didn't say shit about wearing nothing under the skirt, so, I'm not really going back on my Gog damn word, which I wasn't even serious about in the fucking first place."

"Are you just afraid you'll like it if you dress like a girl? Afraid you'll be weird?" Bro smirked "Or are you trying to pass it off as a joke since you lost because you just wanted to see me in one of my skirts?"

"No, that's fucking gross. What kind of nasty-ass, fucking freak gets off to thi-?" Karkat had begun to snarl, stopping when he answered his own question. He panicked, "WOAH-WOAHWOAH, fuck- you like this don't you?"

Bro sneered. "So I'm a sick fuck, what else is new." he snapped. "Maybe I just wanted to see what the fuck you'd look like." Oh fuck, he was getting defensive, bad move, not cool notcool.

Karkat snickered, picking up on Bro's lashing out as a sign that his suspicions were correct, "Yeah, sure, bullshit. So you just wanted to see? I'll fucking show you if that's all you want." He reached his hands below the skirt and unbuttoned his pants before unzipping them, looking Bro dead in the eye as he tugged them down to his ankles along with his boxers. After he shimmied each of the pant legs off his feet and gracelessly tossed them to the side, he stood up straight, tugging the front edge of the skirt down in some lame excuse of modesty.

He still wasn't wearing his shirt, so now, all he really had on was that skirt and it made him feel over exposed. This was especially true since he was a million times more aware of his lack of nipples and how creepy he must look like this now that he was becoming increasingly self conscious. His face grew warm and he gave Bro a moment to look him over before grumbling at the floor, "There. Now are you fucking happy?"

Bro wordlessly set the controller aside and pulled Karkat a step closer. "Don't tug the skirt like that, it'll rip" he mumbled, gently guiding Karkat's hands by the wrists. "You use your hands to press the pleats down to give the illusion of tugging it down. And you should have put the shirt on too. I was right, it makes you look nice."

Karkat slipped his hands out of Bro's, hissing, "No touching until you're naked too. I don't fucking like being the only one out in the open here." Karkat just wanted to see what the human looked like without so much clothes on, which he figured was pretty fair in comparison to Bro wanting to see him in a girl's outfit, the sick fuck.

Bro looked up at Karkat quietly. "Alright" he replied, standing and easily pulling his shirt off and tossing it away. He unbuttoned his pants and they pooled to the floor as soon as the fly was pulled. He kicked them the rest of the way off with his shoes, leaving him before Karkat in just a pair of plain black boxers.

Karkat swallowed nervously, "That's- that's better." This all seemed so much more real to him, not being the only exposed person in the room. At least, if he wasn't wearing a skirt. That was still fucking weird, no matter how he thought about it. He leaned forward and placed his hands on the man's thighs, rubbing them up and down before looking up at him, "So... definitely no pailing?"

"No pailing, unless you can convince me that you're ready for it." Bro replied. "And I was serious, you look nice. You really have the legs for a skirt. The hips too."

"How the fuck would you know what makes legs so great for skirts?" Karkat lifted a hand, "No, don't answer that. It's probably some insult aimed towards my masculinity and you're just trying to make me look like more of an idiot for not realizing it."

"The shape." Bro answered anyway. "Its not even about masculinity, its about body shape." He pressed a chaste little kiss to Karkat's lips before pulling away. "You're uncomfortable. Go put the sweater on and come back out, I'll get ready for you."

Karkat frowned, wondering what he meant by 'get ready'. Even so, he pulled away, glancing back down at the skirt. He knew Bro said put on a sweater, yet he hadn't said put on his pants, but then again, that seemed counter-productive towards what they were trying to accomplish. It would have made him even more comfortable not wearing the skirt at all, but whatever the fuck floated Bro's freaky boat, he guessed.

He shifted his weight off of Bro and headed into Dave's room, pulling the back of the skirt down heedless of Bro's guidance and scowled at the sweater on the bed. He picked it up and took a deep breath, considering just tearing it up and forcing Bro to wear it. Shit, he knew that wouldn't work. He couldn't beat Bro at anything. He would probably just end up getting strangled by its tattered remains or something similar to that. Then again, that didn't sound as bad as actually having to put the damn thing on. But he did it anyway and was once again heading into the living room, pushing the sleeves up as they went a little bit further than his finger tips.

Bro kicked the futon, causing it to jerk and lie flat. He grabbed the pillows and sheets from on top of the trunk with his filming shit in it and laid them on the bed in a half assed attempt to make it. As an after thought, he put his glasses on the coffee table and climbed up onto the futon, laying on his side and watching Karkat come back with the sweater on.

He looked amazing. Gender had no fucking thing to do with the beauty of a nice skirt on somebody. To be perfectly honest, Bro didn't give a fuck who he banged so long as they looked nice in a skirt, or did in his mind. But Karkat, Karkat looked amazing, and if Bro hadn't already promised not to 'pail' him, he'd already have had that on his bed.

Karkat crab stepped around the futon before taking a seat beside Bro once more, deciding to just give up on adjusting the sleeves. He had little to no idea what this outfit was doing to Bro right about then as he muttered moodily, "Do I seriously have to wear this? Wouldn't it be better if we just, I don't know, didn't wear fucking anything?"

He continued to ramble, holding the ends of the skirt in his hands because frankly, he just didn't feel that the article of clothing was doing its job of preventing his junk from being exposed, "Or is this more human, sexual behavior garbage that I haven't heard about? Is it tasteless to be completely naked while having sexual relations? I mean, I've looked at porn before and they didn't seem to have a problem with it, but John said that's because they're just acting and that I shouldn't bring it up again because he's an oversensitive puss I guess."

"Yeah" Bro mumbled softly. "You're right, most people do have sex naked, but we're not having sex. And I like seeing you in a skirt." He wrapped an arm around Karkat's waist and pulled him to sit back against his chest. "You look amazing by the way."

He let one hand trace lazy circles on Karkat's thigh, just below where the skirt ended. "Its also behavior garbage. Humans have these things called kinks. Its something that they really get off on. The usual kinks are bondage, reverse role playing, s&m, and fixations on specific body parts. My kink is skirts. Okay? I like having a partner that looks good in a skirt. And not only do you look amazing, but I actually like you as a person too. So you're already a step ahead of anyone I have ever been with before."

Karkat leaned his head back into Bro's neck, wishing he could be more understanding of all this... kink stuff. He slid his hand under the one Bro was trailing just past his skirt, lacing the finger tips, "That has to be some of the strangest shit anyone has ever told me. But... thanks?"

Had he been complimented about wearing a skirt from anyone else, he would have been screaming his lungs dry for them to shut the fuck up. And for things like that, he had always believed he would find himself with a kismesis, never a matesprit. He could hate Bro sometimes and in the beginning, that was pretty much every time he saw him, but now he only raised his voice in irritation, not sheer loathing like he felt towards just about everyone. He just didn't get why he wasn't hating the man as much as he should for being into this obscene 'kink'. Or hating himself for going through with it.

"What's S&M?"

"Sadomasochism. Basically its sex involving inflicting or receiving pain and humiliation. Not something I'm really into, and it seems more like a kismesis type of thing." Bro replied. "I've been on the receiving end a few times, but it isn't something I'd do often. I like good old fashioned bondage too much."

Bro gave Karkat's fingers a squeeze. "Do trolls have anything like a kink?" he asked, considering his next move.

"Bondage? I'll have to look into that some time." Suddenly Karkat was remembering the first time they were on the roof. "You got some sort of kinky horn fetish?" He hadn't known exactly what Bro had meant by saying that, but he had been in too much of a rage to really care and had disagreed all the same.

He tilted his head so that one of his nubby horns prodded against Bro's neck, smiling at the sensation he was giving himself by doing so, "I'm not sure. Does the thing with the horns count?"

"Dunno, is it just you or is it a troll thin in general?" Bro asked, shifting so he could run his tongue along the candy colored adornment to the troll's head.

Karkat braced himself by pressing his back further against Bro, bringing a hand back to rub at the man's hip, "Ta-havros doesn't seem to mind it so much. The nerves must get numbed out the larger the horns. That or he's a master at pretending."
He slid his hand above the band of Bro's waist line, tucking his fingers in, "But it's a pretty general thing, I think." He really thought it was a general thing, at least, no one had convinced him otherwise that it was unusual to spring a boner while getting his horns touched, like the one he was currently developing.

"Tav's pretty good at pretending" Bro replied, taking the whole horn into his mouth and sucking. He swirled his tongue around the tip before letting go. "But the farther out on his horn the less it affects him. Its the base that makes him squirm." And with that, Bro licked the base of Karkat's horn, his hand sliding up under the hem of Karkat's skirt at the same time.

Karkat writhed, trying to hold himself relatively still by gripping Bro's hip bone and incidentally pushing his rear against the human's lap. It was the oddest feeling, the hot moisture sending sparks through that point on his head to his groin, making his bulge gradually tent under the skirt and he groaned nervously, "Let me see yours."

Bro let out a soft chuckle and let Karkat go. He carefully got out from behind him, off the futon and let his boxers drop to the floor to reveal his glorious man meat. It was a lovely size, obviously much larger than average as it stood at full attention now that it had been released from the confines of his boxers.

"You like what you see?" Bro asked, climbing back up on the futon to lean over Karkat.

Karkat nodded dumbly for a moment, staring down at Bro's crotch before he could find his voice again, "You sure you're not a pornstar?" He reached forward and tapped the tip of Bro's erection with the side of his middle finger, grinning in amusement as he watched it bob up and down.