JohnxKarkat 8

"I THINK I'M GONNA NEED TO APOLOGIZE FOR ALL THESE STUPID GIRLS." Karkat growled. John just laughed, pulling Karkat back to him. Karkat smirked at John before winding his fingers in the human's hair, pressing their lips together. John had gotten used to this by now. There was nothing awkward about the way their lips and tongues danced. Nothing odd about pulling Karkat's body close. It just felt right being with him. Which was a weird thought in its self, with Karkat being a totally different species. Okay, now that was something John shouldn't think about while kissing Karkat. Instead, he ran his fingers through Karkat's hair, palms scraping over the small horns. Karkat gave a quiet snarl, which John thought was more cute than intimidating.
"DON'T ACT LIKE I DON'T REMEMBER LAST NIGHT" Karkat growled.
"oh?" John murmured back between kisses.
Karkat mumbled back, "I'M NOT A BLACKOUT DRUNK."
John laughed and stroked through Karkat's hair again. Karkat gently removed himself, holding John at arm's length. "TROLLS ARE MUCH MORE VOLATILE THAN YOU HUMANS. YOU MUST REALIZE THAT."
John smirked and growled in his best Karkat impression, "Shut up, fuckass." Before pressing his lips back to Karkat's, hands knotted in his hair. The troll moaned as John stroked his thumbs along his horns. Karkat put his hands on John's hips, fingers finding his way under the cloth of his shirt. John moved one of his hands to Karkat's lower back, pulling him as close as possible.
"YOU CAN'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU" Karkat snarled, shrugging as he tackled John to the ground. John let out a huff as he hit the floor. Karkat kept kissing John, biting hard on his lower lip. John moaned, hands back on Karkat's hips. Karkat's hands ventured under his shirt, icy hands exploring his stomach, back, and sides. As Karkat started on his chest, he pulled his mouth away, giving John the chance to regain his breath. Karkat kissed John's neck, then started sucking on the skin above his collarbone. John gasped as Karkat left a large hickey on his neck. Karkat's hands brushed down his stomach, making John shiver, smiling at his matesprit. Karkat smirked back, eyes wide. He pulled of John's shirt, making him blush. Karkat bent down and kissed him again.
There was a clatter in the doorway, and John faintly heard Vriska laugh and say, "Thought you 8oys might need this~ hahahaha!" Karkat lifted his head, curious. He tumbled off of John, shouting. John jumped up, seeing a bucket in the doorway. John started laughing, even as Karkat stood, kicking it away as he charged after Vriska.
John looked at the bucket, unoffended. He knew Vriska was just kidding, but...
Karkat might take it seriously. John bit his lip, running after them.
One pair of red sneakers and one pair of black smacked the ground ahead of John as he ran after the two, hitting the Transportalizer seconds after them. Vriska ran, cackling, into the main lab and into the labyrinth of halls, Karkat pounding after her, snarling threats and obscenities. John laughed a little breathlessly, wondering how long Vriska had been there, waiting to pull her prank.
And that was pretty brave of her to actually stand there holding a pail, just to mess with them. He wondered if they just had them around or if she had to find the code for one.
They probably had a few, you never know, John thought. A thump and whoosh of breath told John that Karkat had caught up with Vriska. He turned a corner to see that Karkat had tackled Vriska, sending the blue- blooded troll skidding. Vriska stood and whirled, scowling at Karkat. John stopped, holding a hand up. "Wait! Don't fight, guys! It was just a joke!"
Karkat glanced at him. "SOME HELL OF A JOKE."
"Yeah, Vantas. It was a prank, I wasn't legitm8ly offering you two a 8ucket! Jegus."
Karkat glared at her. "Where did you even get the pail, Serket?"
"Captchalogued it at John's 8adass party!"
He hadn't thought of that. She was crafty.
"WHY WOULD YOU NEED ONE?"
"Well I didn't know you two were gonna mount eachother, 8ut I DID know someone would 8e in a compromising place eventually. And who would 8e prepared? ME!!!!!!!! Hahahaha!"
Karkat just glowered at her, blushing faintly before rolling his eyes and walking back to John, grabbing his hand and dragging him back to the lab. John twisted, waving to Vriska before Karkat pulled him around the corner.