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A Sticky Situation

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A few bursts of (fortunately brief) uncontrolled psychic energy, a partially collapsed ceiling, and an impressive number of curse words later, it was over. Karkat was left staring at a mound of fused and twisted debris that completely blocked off the corner of the lab where he stood. Behind him, Sollux was sprawled in a graceless heap, panting and clutching his head.

Apparently, under no circumstances should he eat plain old regular Earth honey, either.

God damn it.


Karkat paced the confines of their make-shift prison while steadfastly ignoring the idiot who had trapped them there, who he was not worried about. Not even a little.

Okay, fine, maybe a little, but only because the poor bastard looked utterly miserable. Several minutes had passed, but the honey was clearly still having some sort of effect on him. He was folded up against the far wall, his arms wrapped around his knees and his chin tucked into the sharp line of his clavicle, his breath coming in ragged, measured gasps. Every so often he shifted his weight around uncomfortably.

After finishing a thorough inspection of the still-smoking rubble and determining that yeah, there was no way in hell they were getting out of here until someone found them, Karkat plopped down next to Sollux with a huff. “Well, we’re stuck here. Thanks so very much for that, by the way, this is exactly how I envisioned spending my final hours.” He glanced at the huddled form and scowled. “Don’t even think about dying on me. Again.”

Sollux snorted without bothering to look up, his voice muffled. “Worried about me, KK? How thweet, I’m all aflutter with a thudden cathe of pale vaporth.”

“I’m worried I’ll be stuck in here with only your hideous rotting corpse for company, not that that’d be much of a difference from your usual charming self. What the hell were you thinking, anyway? I mean, fuck, you and honey have such a stellar history, why not go for a potential round two of Sollux Flips His Psychic Shit And Vaporizes Pe—”

Sollux’s head shot up as Karkat’s thinkpan belatedly caught up to his mouth. There was a thin sheen of sweat on his flushed skin, and his glasses had slipped partway down his nose. Karkat’s stomach clenched as Sollux stared at him. Aaarrrggghhh, fuck you, past self. Fuck you sideways with a multi-pronged leaf-collecting implement. “…Sorry, that was shitty of me, you know I didn’t mean that.”

Sollux closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall with a sigh. “No, you’re right, I was thtupid.”

Now it was Karkat’s turn to stare. “Who are you, and what have you done with the smug douchebag I know and hate? Fuck, you must be seriously ill.” Frowning, he leaned over and put his hand on Sollux’s forehead. Sollux’s eyes flew open and he jerked away with a strangled gasp as Karkat’s own eyes widened. “Holy shit, you’re burning up! Dammit, you really are sick, why didn’t you say something you masochistic bastard, are you seriously that fond of dying, fuck, I was just joking earlier but what if you really—”

“KK, shut up. I’m not thick.”

“—Swear if you keel over before we get out of here I will personally resurrect you and punch you in the face—”

I’m not thick!

“Then what the hell is wrong with you?” Growling with frustration, Karkat reached out and grabbed a bony wrist.

He was not prepared for the throaty moan that forced its way out from between Sollux’s clenched teeth. He was definitely not prepared for the way Sollux’s hips jerked involuntarily up off the floor, or the small damp patch staining the fabric between his legs.