Request fanfiction for a friend on Msparp! Jadialine, I hope you like it very, very much. _ The endings kinda… shitty, but yeah. I'll post one or two more chapters, but this is mostly a short fic.
Pairings: Dirk/BroxKankri, DavexKarkat.

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Gold eyes followed closely along the figure before them. Dirk Strider, more formally known as 'Bro' was well versed in the art of getting into some ones bed, but this. This was a whole new level entirely. He'd been flirting with this man for about three months straight with no head way at all. Swiping his thumb across his chapped lips, he pushed himself off the wall and walked forward, smirking as he watched the male troll struggle with the jar in his hands. Reaching around his shoulders, he closed his hands on top of the thin ones on the jar, lacing his fingers through the others to grip the lid and jar, twisting them free of each other.

"There ya go sweet heart." He chuckled.

"I would appreciate it if you would hinder such behavior as touching me, as well as ceasing this habit of sneaking up on me." Kankri Vantas said haughtily, cheeks tinted rosey pink.

"Yah just looked like you needed a little help, that's all." Bro chuckled a bit, licking his lips as he watched the troll pull a knife out and proceed to make sandwiches for Karkat and Dave. The Striders had been staying in Karkats hive for a while now, while their own house was under renovations, and Kankri seemed make a habit of cooking for Karkat, (And the Striders now it seemed).

"I would have managed just fine." He insisted.

"Sure you would." Bro chuckled, reaching forward to give the elder Vantas's but a firm squeeze. Kankri yelped, the blush darkening ever so slightly on his cheeks. He turned around and jabbed a finger at him.

"You are so triggering! How many times do I have to tell you that I dislike being touched?" Kankri huffed, trying to square himself up to some sort of an intimidating stature against the six foot three male.

"How many times do you have to tell me before you get that I don't care?" Bro teased, backing him against the counter. Kankri's expression darkened, and there was a pressure at the junction between Bro's thigh and pelvis. Gold eyes flickered down, looking at the knife pressing dangerously close to his pride. "Faire enough…"

He backed away and Kankri went back to making the boys food, though he used a new knife. Bro leaned against the counter, listening to the troll hum softly as he worked, pushing the red sleeves up every so often to keep them from getting dirtied. He was oddly cute just losing himself in his cooking. Bro frowned a little, watching him. He seemed so homey and sweet at first, usually those types were suckers for him, then he was cold and serious and Bro still had no luck tempting him with his cocky flirting.

Kankri glanced at him and let out a sigh, setting a plate next to him, instructing him to eat before disappearing to give the younger males their own lunch. Bro smirked a bit.

"He wants me."

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Kankri let out a long sigh, relaxing his back against the shower wall. The feeling of warm water running down his sore muscles felt amazing at the moment. He heard a small knock and tensed for a moment before hearing Karkats voice tentatively asking for entrance. Affirming the request he set to washing his hair.

"I just need the first aid kit… I busted Daves lip wrestling…" Karkat shared as he routed through the cabinets.

"Under the sink." Kankri suggested, listening to the younger troll fish about. "Karkat… may I inquire about something?"

"If it has to do about one of your stupid criminal blogs, then no."

"Actually it has to do with Dirk Strider…"

"Oh… uh sure." Karkat mumbled.

"Well… ever sense they started staying here with us, he's been… well…"

"Trying to screw your brains out?"

"…For lack of a better term, yes." He huffed. "But, I just don't know how to get it through to him that I'm celebate… even Cronus isn't this bad."

"Are… are you interested in him?" Karkat asked after a pause.

"No! Absolutely not!" Kankri said indigently, blushing darkly. He was thankful for the curtain that kept them separate from view. "Its just aggravating having him constantly pawing at me like a flushed juvenile!"

Karkat snickered. "If you say so, I got the kit, I'm out bro."

Kankri listened to the door shut and let out a long sigh. Even if he was interested in the human, he couldn't act on it. His vows kept him from doing so, as well as the fact that he wasn't going to crawl into the bed of someone who only wanted a onetime fling. He'd wanted a partner, not that he was going to admit that, but he was to easily triggered, and his vows…

"You're weak sometimes." He grumbled to himself.

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"Your brother is seriously screwing with Kankri's head." Karkat sighed, shaking his head as he rooted through the med kit. He pulled out some ointment and dabbed it carefully onto the blonds lip.

"Yeah, he's like that." Dave said wincing a little. Karkat gave him an apologetic look, but continued to doctor the wound. "I'm surprised this hasn't happened before, who knew you were a biter…"

Karkat scowled, cheeks turning pink. "Shut it Strider."

Dave chuckled, and pulled Karkat into his lap, not hampering the trolls determination to take care of his lip. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips, getting a cringe.

"You taste like ointment." Karkat huffed.

"Whose fault is that Karkitty?" He teased.

"Fuckass." He huffed.

"Just let me kiss you." Dave said softly, kissing him again, licking along the trolls lower lip asking for entrance. Karkat blushed deeply and closed his eyes, allowing the human entrance to his mouth. Dave wrapped his arms around him again, pulling him closer to his body.

"ARE YOU TRYING TO TRIGGER ME DAMN IT!?"

Karkat jumped, hearing his dancestors angry yell echo through the hive. Dave let out an annoyed growl, and rested his head against the shorter males shoulder.

"What'd your brother do this time?" Karkat huffed standing up and opening his door. "What the hell fuckasses!?"

Kankri stormed down the hallway, his face flushed with deep red. His hair was still wet from his shower, and he had his pants bundled in his arms, the signature red sweater barely covering to his mid thigh. Dirk followed after him, smirking.

"What happened?" Dave asked, appearing over Karkats shoulder.

"Th-that idiotic! Triggersome, no good delinquent-"

"Shorten it Kankri." Karkat huffed, scowling at the older troll.

"I grabbed his ass." Bro confessed, smirking all the more.

"Why are you walking around with no pants on anyway?" Dave asked.

"He opened the door before I could get them on!" Kankri snapped, glaring at the eldest Strider.

"I couldn't help myself, it's a rather nice ass Kanks." He chuckled.

"You are on my list Strider." Kankri said, pointing at him. "You have no respect for peoples triggers, what so ever!"

"I have plenty of respect for your triggers…" Bro replied with a sweet smile, stepping closer. "I want to figure out each one… slowly, one after the other."

Karkats jaw slackened as he watched his dancestors face deepen to crimson while the Strider pressed him back into the wall. Kankri stuttered, unable to form an accurate sentence his hands fumbling in the jumbled up pants to produce his whistle. Pressing it to his lips, he let the high pitched shrill startle Bro into falling backwards on his ass.