Kanaya X Karkat vampirism sex

Karkat gave a sigh as he walked through the halls of the meteor. Today had just been a rough day, mentally. Gamzee and Terezi were nowhere to be found, Dave wasn’t answering any messages, the Mayor was off in Can Town, and Rose was in some sort of drunk stupor. He decided to look for the only person he could think of right now. A person he could confide in. He poked his head inside every room he passed, unable to find her, until…there she was. Standing in front of one of Rose’s massive books, idly turning through the pages. He approached her from behind, speaking quietly. “Hey, Kanaya. Can we…talk?” he asked nervously.

She turned slowly, looking down at Karkat with a smile. She wrapped her arms around him before leading him over to a couch, the two of them sitting down next to each other. “What do you want to talk about, Karkat?” she asked politely, sliding a little closer to him and eying his neck. The two of them had shared enough of these ‘talks’ for her to know what this would end in. Karkat leaned his head back on her shoulder. “I dunno…we’re just in shambles, you know? That new session is approaching day by day, and look at us…we’re in worse condition than when we started this fucking trip. To be honest, I’m…worried.”

Kanaya wrapped an arm around his shoulder, comforting him. Par for the course, Kanaya actually didn’t say anything or try to reason with his dilemmas, but instead calmed him down with her presence. At first, at least. The two of them eventually realized that there were much more effective ways of calming each other down. Kanaya always went first, since Karkat’s methods always tired him out. Kanaya turned his head towards her and planted a kiss on his lips, then one on his cheek, and another, and so on and so forth. The kisses didn’t have any sort of lust or desire behind them; rather they were kisses of comfort. Like a mother would kiss her child.

She left a trail of kisses, going lower and lower until she reached his neck. At this point she would lean over him, asserting just enough dominance for him to remain in place as she worked. Domination was a very important part of troll mating, with very few relationships ever being truly equal. Kanaya knew this best of all, being so experienced with the ashen quadrant. Despite this act of mutual comfort not falling into any form of romance, it still felt right for one side to supersede the other. And, just like any other relationship between trolls, Karkat showed weakness by submitting to his need of Kanaya, which made her the dominant one.

In addition to kissing, when Kanaya reached his neck she would also begin to lick Karkat, the primal action feeling even more comforting. It was the perfect combination of simple and crude. Karkat squirmed a bit as his entire body relaxed more and more, Kanaya performing like an expert after so many times. His bulge stirred a little, not from arousal but from tranquility. He had no need to reserve himself around someone so comforting.

Kanaya would do this for hours, Karkat sitting there and enjoying it. It was more about the principle than the action. They both knew it transcended the quadrants, much like human friendship. It was just instinct, to take comfort in the physical contact of another. Of course this never stopped Karkat from saying how much he loved her. Kanaya thought it was quite wonderful, actually. To see the otherwise angry Karkat at peace in her arms, black lipstick marks covering his face from his forehead, down to his neck and collarbone. His usually loud tone was gone, replaced with a small but strong voice.

Eventually Kanaya stopped, and Karkat turned his head, satisfied. Now it was his turn to comfort her. He adjusted his position a bit, tilting his head and presenting his neck to her. Kanaya’s skin glowed faintly as she lowered her head, kissing his neck one last time before baring her fangs and gently puncturing the skin, droplets of candy red collecting at the surface. Karkat was used to such a small prick by now, and he sat there patiently as she continued. Her lips closed around the area she had bitten, tongue sweeping up the blood, before she sank her fangs deeper, causing more blood to well to the surface.

The first time Kanaya fed off of Karkat had been much less consensual. Kanaya and Rose had a steady relationship, but she was resistant to drink Rose’s blood. Humans had a much lower tolerance to pain than trolls, and trolls seemed to have more blood, like their other bodily fluids. The farthest she would go with Rose was pricking her finger with her fang and suckling at the blood that slowly dripped out. But the more she drank, the more she wanted. She grew impatient with the painfully slow trickle of blood that flowed from Rose’s fingertip.

Around the same time, she also started to grow very tired of the taste of human blood. It had a strong metallic taste that lingered in the back of your throat, and it all tasted the same regardless of whose it was. Troll blood, on the other hand, was much more personal. Since troll society relied so heavily on the hemospectrum, your blood was viewed as being a very important part of who you were. It may have just been a mental thing, but a troll’s blood was unique to them, color only deciding one part of how it tasted.

One day on the meteor Karkat had cut his finger on a can lid. Kanaya quickly tended to the wound, stopping the bleeding the only way she knew how. The second that red elixir hit her tongue, a rush ran through her entire body. Just a single drop had quenched her thirst more than almost twenty feedings from Rose. The two made a deal. They would help each other, giving one what the other wanted.

Kanaya proceeded to feed off of Karkat, his unique blood a favorite of hers. But she didn’t just taste his mutant red blood. She tasted Karkat. Everything he was seemed to mix into the hot red liquid now flowing out of him and into her. Even with Dave and Rose around, who shared the same blood color with Karkat, couldn’t match the wonderful taste. Perhaps it was just more natural, Rose and Dave being aliens. Or maybe it tied in with the instinctual relationship that they shared. Kanaya had originally thought this for a while, but decided there was more to it than that. Karkat wasn’t aware of it, but as she drank his blood, she felt something changing inside of her. An electricity coursing through her limbs. A tightness in her chest. A glowing warmth in her lower body. She couldn’t explain it, even to herself. Kanaya had even asked Porrim, the person she considered the expert on all rainbow drinker subjects, and she said that what she was feeling “was related to something else entirely”. But she wouldn’t say what it was.

Soon the red blood was flowing into Kanaya’s mouth in a steady trickle. Her breathing became more rapid as time went on, and she became anxious. She wanted more…of something. Not blood. She quickly pulled her fangs out without warning, licking the blood up before she pounced on Karkat, straddling him as he laid back on the couch, in a daze. “Kanaya, what the fuck are you doing!?” he yelled, but Kanaya barely heard him. She reached down to his pants, rubbing his bulge through the material with one hand as the other worked on loosening them and sliding them down.

Karkat, confused, tried to push Kanaya away. The response he got from her was a shove, pinning him back down onto the couch. “I’m sorry…I need this” was all she told him before she reached up, frantically disrobing. The sight of her naked and aroused like this was more than enough to make Karkat’s bulge stir, becoming slightly hard. Kanaya licked her lips as she reached down, stroking it tenderly, making each movement count. She shifted her position forward a bit, the tip of his bulge pressing against her nook. In a single motion, she slid down onto him, letting out a mix between a yelp and a moan as the two began having sex.

The normally sophisticated Kanaya was a shadow of her normal self, looking down at Karkat with a crazed look in her eyes, bouncing on his bulge frantically, her glowing skin switching rapidly between off and full blast. Her arms reached out to Karkat, pulling him close, holding his head to her bare chest. Her hand brushed over the site where she had bitten him before. Her poor treatment of the bite had left it still open, and her hand was smeared red as a result. She brought it to her mouth, licking every drop off, sucking her digits clean one by one. She leaned forward even further, lurched forward, face back at Karkat’s shoulder, licking the bite of any blood that remained.

Karkat struggled to process the events that had just occurred, but he was taught to never look a gift musclebeast in the mouth. He cared deeply for Kanaya, and, while he hadn’t thought of her like this in quite a while, it was an amazing feeling, being able to be with her like this. He stayed pinned to her chest, bucking his hips as much as he could, trying to keep up with the frantic rhythm that Kanaya was going at.

The wound clean and the bleeding stopped, Kanaya leaned back again, her back arching as she felt her climax coming closer. She released her steel grip on Karkat just enough so that he could shift his head, looking up into her eyes as she looked down into his. Together they moved to kiss, one shared kiss, the only shared kiss they had ever shared. In that moment, time seemed to stop, the two of them bonded together. At once, the two of them reached their limits, a flood of jade green and candy red flowing from the two of them, mixing together in swirls on the floor.

They stayed like that for a while, catching their breath. Eventually the two of them disengaged, cleaning up the rather large mess that had resulted from their copulation. After the redressed, the two of them sat back down on the couch together, thinking about everything that had just happened. Karkat didn’t seem to think much of it. It was a onetime thing, just something she had to do to vent her lust. As the thought crossed his mind Kanaya leaned over, delicate hands touching his cheeks and turning his head towards hers as she kissed him on the lips. It was odd that the action, which she had done to him so many times before, carried so much more meaning now. “I’ll be waiting. When you want to talk again…or when I want to feed again.” She told him quietly, before standing up and walking away. Just as she was about to turn a corner, she gave him a wink, licking her lips before leaving the room.