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((Not gender biased, but you are a Dersite. I made Dersites taller and sleeker, to fit this. Your hair is a bit longer, just enough to pull back, so it fits both genders. You are shorter than Eq.))

It was in the way you moved, the way your muscles rippled beneath your pitch black skin as you controlled your limbic system. In the way you would praise him on his muscle beast portraits, sweet, kind words slipping from your hidden lips, making him sweat. It was the flashes of fangs he saw beneath your hood when you went into your small fits of rage, or how you would help him drink his milk so he wouldn't shatter the glass in his STRONG grip.

He wasn't exactly sure how this could have happened, but he has fallen for what he deemed to be a lower species. But not the entire race. Just one member. You.

You were the Dersite that was assigned to the Void Prince, to take care of him. To make sure he was comfortable in every way. You were chosen by the Black Queen herself, being a trustworthy subject and a strong fighter.

But this was his last life, and you would be damned if you didn't protect it with all of yours. He had recently been killed by the Bard of Rage, Gamzee Makara. It surprised you to no end that he hadn't fought back, but it was his own decision. No one had brought him back, so you still took care of him.

But you had developed feelings for the sweaty troll, and no one had expected that to happen. You certainly hadn't. But you had seen his soft side, seen the quirks he had. The male had certainly grown on you. He treated you like you were brittle, as breakable as glass, and that bothered you to no end. The queen had chosen you because you were rough and tumble, not because you were proper!

Sometimes he mocked you and spoke ill of Dersites, but that was simply in his nature to do so. You were not offended.

Currently you were in the kitchen, putting two jugs of milk in the cooling device, knowing that it would be gone by tomorrow and you would have to go out and get more. You had been a little sad because the Black Queen had gone exile. You were her Knight, and she told you to stay with the Blue Blooded troll.

And the Queen's word is law.

But you had gotten over it for the sake of Equius, knowing that it would effect your purpose. Speaking of the Alternian, you heard the sound of his foot fall as he descended the staircase. He walked through the doorway, dabbing at his forehead with a towel to rid himself of the sweat beads that resided there. You could feel him eyeing you through his cracked sunglasses. You decided not to wear your hood today, giving him a full view of your face for the first time. Your hair was pulled back so it would not get in your face, though the ponytail was small.

You turned to look back at him. He had his hair tied back, letting you know that he had either been building robots or painting muscle beast portraits. You gave him a small smile before going back to your duties. "Is there something you need, Equius?" You spoke, putting the second jug of milk in the cooling unit.

"I heard your return." He said, draping the towel around his shoulders. "(Name)?"

"Yes?" He was eyeing you again.

"Where is your hood?" He asked, his naturally raspy voice closer than it was before. You turned and jumped. He was only about a foot away now. You blushed, but your black skin refused to make it visible. He was looking you over, locking your face into his memory.

"I decided not to put it on today, Prince. Is there a problem? Would you like me to reattach it?" You asked, looking up at him through his glasses. You were at least a foot shorter than the blue blooded troll.

Oh please, do not reattach it. "No, it is fine." He said, gently reaching forward and running a finger down the side of your face, studying your reaction. First, a shudder, then your lips moved slightly, giving him a good view of your fangs. Your gaze was questioning. He gave a soft noise of interest before running a finger as softly as he could across your jawline, his lips quirking slightly as he did so.

He found you extremely tempting, but in all the ways that were wrong. In the way that he wanted to bend you over his workbench and pail you until you screamed his name and -

The Blue-Blood shook his head slightly, clearing his head of all the lewd thoughts that had entered it. A troll of noble blood shouldn't have such lewd thoughts in his think pan! Especially not about his Knight and protector!

You narrowed your eyes and bit your lip as he ran his hands down your neck, gently caressing it with his palm and thumb. His cheeks were shaded a soft blue as he did so and he trembled slightly, as if he were struggling to control himself.

"(Name), the rate in which your blood pusher is beating is fairly quick." His voice clawed it's way from his throat, as he could feel it as your heart thrummed with his hand. Equius quirked a brow, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose from the sweat.

The Alternian's royal blue irises, set on a yellow background, became visible. They flicked over your features and expression as he thought over his decisions at this moment in time. 'Would it be wise to try for her heart, or to wait?' He asked himself. But Equius wasn't sure how long he could hold himself in check if he didn't ask for your hand in matespritship.

The Zahhak let his muscles direct his hand, allowing it to drift once more to your face. He sweat more, his cheeks flaring dark blue as he locked eyes with you.

You knew you were going to have a few bruises from him touching you, but you didn't mind. You read his expression and blushed slightly, knowing that he could feel the heat in your cheeks. "Sir?" You asked quietly, looking up at him. "Do you need something?"

Equius' pupils dilated at the tone of your voice. "Yes." He said, gently putting his other hand on your hip and bringing you closer to him. He watched as your eyes widened slightly at this. The troll reached up and pulled his cracked sunglasses from the bridge of his nose. "I would ask something of you, if you do not mind." His voice got quiet as he spoke, his thumb gently rubbing circles on your skin. He was very slightly aware that this would leave bruises on your cheek.

You made a noise of interest, quiet but detectable. The male picked it up immediately.

"I would ask matespritship."

It was quiet for a moment as this statement hung in the air. His voice echoed in your head. Really? He would ask you, his Knight, to be his mate? "D-do you really mean that, m'lord?"

The troll picked up on your stutter immediately, as he had with your noise of interest. He gently pushed you back against the counter, eyes locked with yours the entire way. Once there, he shortened the distance between you and him, his face now only a few inches away. "Absohoofley." He rasped, throwing in a hoofbeast pun for good measure. Equius watched as your lips formed a soft smile, and followed your movements as you reached a hand to his face, gently rubbing his cheek as he had done to you moments before.

The Alternian let out a rumble like a lion's purr, closing his eyes and leaning his head against your hand. When he opened his eyes, he began sweating a little more, the fluid as blue as his blood, yet slightly transparent.

"(Name)." He rumbled, and, not being able to control himself any longer, pressed his lips to yours, making sure not to be too rough.

Your eyes widened, heartbeat quickening, before kissing the sweaty troll back gently. You wrapped your arms around his neck, gently coaxing the STRONG male closer to you. He took the hint, gently pressing against you. When you broke for oxygen, he pressed his forehead to yours.

"(Name). Shall I take that... Somewhat lewd act... As an acception to my... Suggestion?" He rasped, a dull rumble echoing in his chest cavity.

You gently smile, sighing. "If you would have me, Equius."

"You are... Tempting me to do... More lewd acts, (Last Name)."

And, as usual, you didn't mind at all.

Description
((Not gender biased, but you are a Dersite. I made Dersites taller and sleeker, to fit this. Your hair is a bit longer, just enough to pull back, so it fits both genders. You are shorter than Eq.))

It was in the way you moved, the way your muscles rippled beneath your pitch black skin as you controlled your limbic system. In the way you would praise him on his muscle beast portraits, sweet, kind words slipping from your hidden lips, making him sweat. It was the flashes of fangs he saw beneath your hood when you went into your small fits of rage, or how you would help him drink his milk so he wouldn't shatter the glass in his STRONG grip.

He wasn't exactly sure how this could have happened, but he has fallen for what he deemed to be a lower species. But not the entire race. Just one member. You.

You were the Dersite that was assigned to the Void Prince, to take care of him. To make sure he was comfortable in every way. You were chosen by the Black Queen herself, being a trustworthy subject and a strong fighter.

But this was his last life, and you would be damned if you didn't protect it with all of yours. He had recently been killed by the Bard of Rage, Gamzee Makara. It surprised you to no end that he hadn't fought back, but it was his own decision. No one had brought him back, so you still took care of him.

But you had developed feelings for the sweaty troll, and no one had expected that to happen. You certainly hadn't. But you had seen his soft side, seen the quirks he had. The male had certainly grown on you. He treated you like you were brittle, as breakable as glass, and that bothered you to no end. The queen had chosen you because you were rough and tumble, not because you were proper!

Sometimes he mocked you and spoke ill of Dersites, but that was simply in his nature to do so. You were not offended.

Currently you were in the kitchen, putting two jugs of milk in the cooling device, knowing that it would be gone by tomorrow and you would have to go out and get more. You had been a little sad because the Black Queen had gone exile. You were her Knight, and she told you to stay with the Blue Blooded troll.

And the Queen's word is law.

But you had gotten over it for the sake of Equius, knowing that it would effect your purpose. Speaking of the Alternian, you heard the sound of his foot fall as he descended the staircase. He walked through the doorway, dabbing at his forehead with a towel to rid himself of the sweat beads that resided there. You could feel him eyeing you through his cracked sunglasses. You decided not to wear your hood today, giving him a full view of your face for the first time. Your hair was pulled back so it would not get in your face, though the ponytail was small.

You turned to look back at him. He had his hair tied back, letting you know that he had either been building robots or painting muscle beast portraits. You gave him a small smile before going back to your duties. "Is there something you need, Equius?" You spoke, putting the second jug of milk in the cooling unit.

"I heard your return." He said, draping the towel around his shoulders. "(Name)?"

"Yes?" He was eyeing you again.

"Where is your hood?" He asked, his naturally raspy voice closer than it was before. You turned and jumped. He was only about a foot away now. You blushed, but your black skin refused to make it visible. He was looking you over, locking your face into his memory.

"I decided not to put it on today, Prince. Is there a problem? Would you like me to reattach it?" You asked, looking up at him through his glasses. You were at least a foot shorter than the blue blooded troll.

Oh please, do not reattach it. "No, it is fine." He said, gently reaching forward and running a finger down the side of your face, studying your reaction. First, a shudder, then your lips moved slightly, giving him a good view of your fangs. Your gaze was questioning. He gave a soft noise of interest before running a finger as softly as he could across your jawline, his lips quirking slightly as he did so.

He found you extremely tempting, but in all the ways that were wrong. In the way that he wanted to bend you over his workbench and pail you until you screamed his name and -

The Blue-Blood shook his head slightly, clearing his head of all the lewd thoughts that had entered it. A troll of noble blood shouldn't have such lewd thoughts in his think pan! Especially not about his Knight and protector!

You narrowed your eyes and bit your lip as he ran his hands down your neck, gently caressing it with his palm and thumb. His cheeks were shaded a soft blue as he did so and he trembled slightly, as if he were struggling to control himself.

"(Name), the rate in which your blood pusher is beating is fairly quick." His voice clawed it's way from his throat, as he could feel it as your heart thrummed with his hand. Equius quirked a brow, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose from the sweat.

The Alternian's royal blue irises, set on a yellow background, became visible. They flicked over your features and expression as he thought over his decisions at this moment in time. 'Would it be wise to try for her heart, or to wait?' He asked himself. But Equius wasn't sure how long he could hold himself in check if he didn't ask for your hand in matespritship.

The Zahhak let his muscles direct his hand, allowing it to drift once more to your face. He sweat more, his cheeks flaring dark blue as he locked eyes with you.

You knew you were going to have a few bruises from him touching you, but you didn't mind. You read his expression and blushed slightly, knowing that he could feel the heat in your cheeks. "Sir?" You asked quietly, looking up at him. "Do you need something?"

Equius' pupils dilated at the tone of your voice. "Yes." He said, gently putting his other hand on your hip and bringing you closer to him. He watched as your eyes widened slightly at this. The troll reached up and pulled his cracked sunglasses from the bridge of his nose. "I would ask something of you, if you do not mind." His voice got quiet as he spoke, his thumb gently rubbing circles on your skin. He was very slightly aware that this would leave bruises on your cheek.

You made a noise of interest, quiet but detectable. The male picked it up immediately.

"I would ask matespritship."

It was quiet for a moment as this statement hung in the air. His voice echoed in your head. Really? He would ask you, his Knight, to be his mate? "D-do you really mean that, m'lord?"

The troll picked up on your stutter immediately, as he had with your noise of interest. He gently pushed you back against the counter, eyes locked with yours the entire way. Once there, he shortened the distance between you and him, his face now only a few inches away. "Absohoofley." He rasped, throwing in a hoofbeast pun for good measure. Equius watched as your lips formed a soft smile, and followed your movements as you reached a hand to his face, gently rubbing his cheek as he had done to you moments before.

The Alternian let out a rumble like a lion's purr, closing his eyes and leaning his head against your hand. When he opened his eyes, he began sweating a little more, the fluid as blue as his blood, yet slightly transparent.

"(Name)." He rumbled, and, not being able to control himself any longer, pressed his lips to yours, making sure not to be too rough.

Your eyes widened, heartbeat quickening, before kissing the sweaty troll back gently. You wrapped your arms around his neck, gently coaxing the STRONG male closer to you. He took the hint, gently pressing against you. When you broke for oxygen, he pressed his forehead to yours.

"(Name). Shall I take that... Somewhat lewd act... As an acception to my... Suggestion?" He rasped, a dull rumble echoing in his chest cavity.

You gently smile, sighing. "If you would have me, Equius."

"You are... Tempting me to do... More lewd acts, (Last Name)."

And, as usual, you didn't mind at all.