Yeah, whatever. I didn't put a disclaimer on the other ones, but this time I went all out with chapters and shit. :D pretty, or should be, evident, that I, am not Andrew Hussie, nor will I ever be. Hoping to grow and be even closely (though doubtfully) as awesome as he is. So yes, merely a teenage fic writer, thank you and enjoy good people.

Dave collapsed next to Karkat, breathless and mind lost in ecstasy. Karkat winced as he rolled over, body hurting everywhere. He was a little angry at Dave, but worried as well. And the pain in his everything didn't help.

One time? Love. Two times? Pleasure and still a sense of deep passion for one other. But three times? Something was definantly wrong. Three times in bed meant Dave wasn't at his emotional best. Before they had gotten together, he would never have been able to tell, what with his constant poker face to hide everything. But now Dave had a way to express himself, and things were becoming ever more so, apparent.

"What's wrong with you?" Dave panted a little before he answered, but his reply was far from what Karkat was looking for. "What're talking about?" Karkat rolled over, looking him straight in the eyes. "Don't answer me with a fucking question Strider. You know I know something's wrong so just answer the damn question with a straight answer." Blonde eyebrows knitted in response. "What? I can't love you? My boyfriend?!"

Not amusing. Not fucking amusing in the slightest. Avoiding the question wasn't helping his case. "You hurt my lips, bruised my hips, ripped up my nook like some kind of fucking earth animal and you expect me to believe you were just being a damn sadist?" Dave didn't respond and Karkat scoffed.

"What's wrong with you? Just answer me! Stop making me want to scratch your face off!" Karkat held up his claws in a semi-threatening manner. "You really want to know?" He rolled his eyes "No. I want to fall asleep and dream about my bulge." Dave was silent yet again. "Yes I want to know the fucking truth damn it." The sun had fallen further and darkness settled in the room as Dave rolled onto his back.

"I…I…" Karkat growled. "I cheated okay?" He wasn't sure how to respond. Dave had asked him out, why would he have cheated? How far had they gone? Did he love them more? Was he not homosexual anymore? Had he made the first move? Did he not love Karkat anymore? Was it okay, or normal for humans to cheat? Who had he cheated on him with?

Karkat's eyes narrowed, more dumbfounded than angry. "Why?" He couldn't tell how Dave was reacting, but all he heard was a steady "I don't know." He had to ask the rest, but Dave beat him to the asking "are you mad?" Silence, until a repeated, "I don't know." Dave looked over at him. "How far?"

They had only made out, because Dave couldn't go any further. He still loved Karkat and was still gay, but he just couldn't form the sentence that explained why he had cheated. Only that John coming onto him had been really hot and him being horny hadn't helped.

Ignoring the pain between his legs and in his hips, Karkat pulled on his clothes and marched to John's possible location. When he saw the brunette sitting down on the couch, he approached him, trying not to pose a threat, doubting John would ever see him as such.

OMFG. I nearly had a typo at the disclaimer. That is sad. Good thing all of this is pretyped in word, am I right? Highfive if you enjoyed, if not, there's a buncha other stories you would probably rather be reading. :P