john/karkat shitty watersports drabble

He was going in circles, wasn't he?

John knelt down to inspect the transportalizer pad. The familiar spirograph pattern was identical to every other pad he had entered...no, wait, there was that dark scratch on the side. The same scratch he had passed four times already. Sighing, John shakily stood back up, leaning against the nearest wall as he gathered his bearings.

It hadn't even crossed his mind when he first entered the Veil, but as the Heir of Breath was quickly realizing, he had absolutely no idea where any of the bathrooms were. At first it wasn't even a problem; John felt the slightest pang in his bladder as he sat at one of the computer chairs, idly conversing with Date, and after an hour of banter he decided to use the restrooms quickly.

Of course, he promptly managed to get lost in the ridiculous labyrinth of teleporters that comprised the labs. Things only got worse when he accidently entered Vriska's chamber. Luckily, she wasn't busy, but by the time he had managed to break off the rapid-fire conversation, he was growing uncomfortable with the urge in his loins. Another half-hour spent aimlessly searching, and he stumbled into Gamzee's room. Admittably desperate, he had asked the juggalo where to find the load gapers.

"nO cLuE, mY bRoThEr. WhEnEvEr I nEeD tO gEt AlL uP In tHaT sHiT i JuSt LeT tHe MeSsIaHs GuIdE mE."

He was friendly, at least, but after leaving the clown's abode he somehow managed to become even loster. If loster was not a word, John decided, he was going to copyright it the moment he found his way back to the main chambers. Wandering, he found himself in some kind of aquatic chamber; he prayed Feferi would be swimming around to guide him back, but the only company found was that of the massive pipes, water flowing to and fro for whatever cryptic reason.

Between the several hours of wandering through teleportizers, the sounds of rushing water throughout the underlabs, and the lack of anything to keep his mind at bay, John was quickly reaching a state of desperation. Sure, he could just pester the others and ask for help, but he knew Dave wouldn't let him live down getting hopelessly lost while trying to find the bathrooms. Gripping his groin, trying to ignore the tent in his shorts keeping the proverbial flood at bay, John dashed through several more transporters before finding himself in...the entryway to the main computer lab.

Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. John decided that whatever barbs Dave could dish out were insignificant compared to the absolute need to relieve himself, and he quickly tried to regain his composure before stagging towards the hub transportalizer and oh god Karkat.

"OH, FUCKING BEAUTIFUL, I GO TO LEAVE THIS RIDICULOUS CAGEBEAST SHELTER OF A LAB AND I FIND THE BIGGEST FUCKING GOOBER THIS SIDE OF PARADOX SPACE." Karkat was usually angry, sure, but there was something more to his ranting. Something much, much darker.

It took John two tries to force the words out of his mouth. "H-hey Karkat I w-was just about to leave...to..." Trembling, the human bit his lower lip, focusing every ounce of willpower into keeping his hands away from his nearly-leaking member.

"OH NO YOU FUCKING DON'T, EGBERT." Karkat pushed John up against the wall, glaring poisonous daggers into the other's eyes. "DID YOU REALLY, FOR ONE FUCKING IOTA OF A SECOND, THINK YOU WOULD GET OFF FROM THAT INCIDENT LAST NIGHT?"

Oh, right. The bucket thing. Goddamnit.

John tried to take a deep breath, only for his hand to slip towards his crotch instictively. Karkat picked up on this rather easily, eyes widening a fraction before his own clawed grip clenched John's package. The Heir made what could best be described as a choking mouse noise, face burning red, as he raised his hands to the Cancer's chest. "Karkat, please, wait, I need to go-"

The next thing he knew, Karkat had shoved him into one of the transportalizers. Blinking, John realized he was in Karkat's room. The raging Knight of Blood quickly followed, pinning John to the wall and gripping the waist of the boy's blue boxers.

"YOU."

John's eyes shot open, pleadingly watching Karkat with those soft blue orbs. "KarkatIreallyneedtogoandusetheyouknowthingwiththeaaAAHH-"

Karkat had very nearly ripped the shorts and underpants off the poor human, both articles of clothing now at John's ankles. Kneeling slightly, Karkat extended one clawed hand between John's thighs, and as his nails dragged across the soft underskin, John very nearly bucked against his hand. The Heir's face was completely red, and slight tears were beginning to prick at his eyes.

"KarkatwaitpleasewaitIneedtogoreallybadlypleaseoh godKarka-"

"SHUT UP." Karkat's grip was now around John's uncomfortable erection, and it took every grain of mangrit in John's body to hold it in. "YOU COME WALKING IN LIKE ONE OF YOUR SHITTY EARTH DANCERS, YOU TRY TO GET AWAY FROM WHAT YOU STARTED YOURSELF..."

"Karkatstopyoudon'tunderstand-"

"...AND AS SOON AS I SO MUCH AS LOOK AT YOU YOU'RE TURNED ON LIKE A HOUNDBEAST IN HEAT." The grey hand on John's shaft had begun violently pumping, coaxing the contents of the poor human's bladder closer and closer towards release. By this point, John was practically a wreck, face as red as Karkat's mutant blood and whining whimpers slipping from his lips.

Through the pain and pleasure, John could barely hear the words Karkat was presumably yelling. Something about being a slut, something about fate...it all combined into a solid white noise pounding through John's ears as he clenched his legs around the troll's hand. He wanted to abscond, to flee, to find a dark corner of the lab to dump his load into and hide, and here he was on the verge of crying, body rebelling against his own mind, as his vision faded and his teeth clenched and the pressure grew and grew and he felt hot and wet and and and and-

With one final, strangled cry, John's will gave out. A torrent of golden fluid blasted out of his dick, landing square on Karkat's face. As soon as the first drops emerged, the contents of his bladder was pushing itself out of it's own accord. As Karkat sputtered and fell backwards, his grip on John released, and the boy's legs collapsed. The stream went up, over Karkat, splashing onto his body, onto the floor, everywhere, as John could do nothing but slowly slide down the wall into a dripping heap.

Tears flowing down his beet-red face, John cracked one eye open to see Karkat sitting before him, hair dripping yellow, a catharic look on his face. He was mouthing something about human fluid colors and bitterness, and glancing downwards, John could easily spot the red stain in Karkat's pants. He wanted to apologize, to beg for forgiveness, to at the very least explain that he had not just ejaculated onto his friend but rather pissed on him, but as Karkat sat soaked in urine and John trembled on the cold floor, he couldn't find it within him to do anything but sit and sniffle.

And yet, he smiled a little. The relief was overwhelming.