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AN: I half-assed all of these. Drabble-writing is hard.

1) Gamzee ♠ Sober! Gamzee:

Gamzee let out a heavy breath and dropped to the ground, face going into dirt. He laughed, God, he was so high. He propped himself up on his forearms and opened his eyes. He found a pair of shoes, much like his. Only, they were stained with blood. Pretty, colorful shoes they were. Olive green, soft brown, royal blue, playful pink… "Get up," the owner of the beautiful shoes said. "Get the fuck up." Gamzee furrowed his eyebrow but then smiled. This must be a game! He loved games. He pulled himself up and stood in front of someone who looked exactly like him. Wow! Another Gamzee! They were going to have so much fun, both of them. The other Gamzee looked at his past self, eyes full of disgust and mouth curled into a grimace. Disgraceful. He was going to put himself in his own place. (And then they had blood-curdling, tooth-chipping, finger-biting hate sex.)

2) Dave ♥ Jake:
Jake was about to ruin his limited edition Lara Croft Tomb Raider 6-inches-above-the-knee shorts. He was about to meet the one and only Dave Strider, creator of Strider Films. Producer, director, writer, actor, and music composer! It was all too much, it really was. Jake grinned and greeted Dave with a "What a great honor it is, Mr. Strider!" The older man smirked in response and wasted no time in escorting the wide-eyed and bushy-tailed Jake into his writing room.
"So, the famous Jake English, in my house," Dave said, a hint of apathy in his voice. "Dirk's told me a lot about you."
A hand wrapped around Jake's waist and his whole body was hoisted up onto a desk, papers crunching under him and pens digging into his thighs.
"Go ahead and give me the full English Experience," hot breath wafted onto Jake's neck. "And maybe I'll put you in my next movie."

3) Dave ♥ John:
John giggles as Dave kisses lightly down his neck, tiny butterfly pecks leaving behind a small ticklish feeling. Ten warm, calloused fingers doodling hearts and writing names on John's soft skin. "I love you so much, Dave," John titters lightly, chest heaving up and down. Dave nuzzled John's hair and breathed heavily, "Yeah, I love you too, Egbert."
Dave sighed shakily and wiped his eye, "I'm sorry, John."
"It's okay, Dave, I forgive you."

4) Sollux ♠ Eridan:
Sollux panted and bounced up and down on Eridan's bulge faster, moaning and throwing his head back, "Fuck, ed, you're tho fucking thick…" Eridan smirked and dug his nails deeper into Sollux's narrow hips, "Enjoyin' yourself pissblood?"
"God, yeth, ed, fuck yeth," the mustard-blood groaned as he felt his legs being separated wider. Eridan bucked upwards, his bulge intruding deeper and deeper into Sollux.
Sollux whimpered something like an "I love you, ed," but Eridan ignored it, knowing that it wasn't true and kept mercilessly thrusting his hips harder, making sure that there was no love in between the both of them. Not now, not ever.

5) Dirk ♥ Jake:
"Holy shit," Dirk said as quietly as he grabbed onto Jake's thighs and went a little faster, the sound of slapping skin and Jake's moans filling and swimming in his ears. The tight heat around his throbbing cock was almost too much for him, Jesus Christ, it was so fucking good. He finally got what he always wanted, and it wasn't even from a robot this time. It was all Jake.

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AN: I half-assed all of these. Drabble-writing is hard.

1) Gamzee ♠ Sober! Gamzee:

Gamzee let out a heavy breath and dropped to the ground, face going into dirt. He laughed, God, he was so high. He propped himself up on his forearms and opened his eyes. He found a pair of shoes, much like his. Only, they were stained with blood. Pretty, colorful shoes they were. Olive green, soft brown, royal blue, playful pink… "Get up," the owner of the beautiful shoes said. "Get the fuck up." Gamzee furrowed his eyebrow but then smiled. This must be a game! He loved games. He pulled himself up and stood in front of someone who looked exactly like him. Wow! Another Gamzee! They were going to have so much fun, both of them. The other Gamzee looked at his past self, eyes full of disgust and mouth curled into a grimace. Disgraceful. He was going to put himself in his own place. (And then they had blood-curdling, tooth-chipping, finger-biting hate sex.)

2) Dave ♥ Jake:
Jake was about to ruin his limited edition Lara Croft Tomb Raider 6-inches-above-the-knee shorts. He was about to meet the one and only Dave Strider, creator of Strider Films. Producer, director, writer, actor, and music composer! It was all too much, it really was. Jake grinned and greeted Dave with a "What a great honor it is, Mr. Strider!" The older man smirked in response and wasted no time in escorting the wide-eyed and bushy-tailed Jake into his writing room.
"So, the famous Jake English, in my house," Dave said, a hint of apathy in his voice. "Dirk's told me a lot about you."
A hand wrapped around Jake's waist and his whole body was hoisted up onto a desk, papers crunching under him and pens digging into his thighs.
"Go ahead and give me the full English Experience," hot breath wafted onto Jake's neck. "And maybe I'll put you in my next movie."

3) Dave ♥ John:
John giggles as Dave kisses lightly down his neck, tiny butterfly pecks leaving behind a small ticklish feeling. Ten warm, calloused fingers doodling hearts and writing names on John's soft skin. "I love you so much, Dave," John titters lightly, chest heaving up and down. Dave nuzzled John's hair and breathed heavily, "Yeah, I love you too, Egbert."
Dave sighed shakily and wiped his eye, "I'm sorry, John."
"It's okay, Dave, I forgive you."

4) Sollux ♠ Eridan:
Sollux panted and bounced up and down on Eridan's bulge faster, moaning and throwing his head back, "Fuck, ed, you're tho fucking thick…" Eridan smirked and dug his nails deeper into Sollux's narrow hips, "Enjoyin' yourself pissblood?"
"God, yeth, ed, fuck yeth," the mustard-blood groaned as he felt his legs being separated wider. Eridan bucked upwards, his bulge intruding deeper and deeper into Sollux.
Sollux whimpered something like an "I love you, ed," but Eridan ignored it, knowing that it wasn't true and kept mercilessly thrusting his hips harder, making sure that there was no love in between the both of them. Not now, not ever.

5) Dirk ♥ Jake:
"Holy shit," Dirk said as quietly as he grabbed onto Jake's thighs and went a little faster, the sound of slapping skin and Jake's moans filling and swimming in his ears. The tight heat around his throbbing cock was almost too much for him, Jesus Christ, it was so fucking good. He finally got what he always wanted, and it wasn't even from a robot this time. It was all Jake.