route_1065 | Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock

[At first it doesn't exactly click- and then all at once it does, and he freezes.]

You've gotta be kidding me. [THE ONE TIME he lets his guard down.]

Ain't no motherfucking joke Bro. So what the motherfuck do you say?

[Come on, the girls were easy to coax into it but the same tactic won't work on a guy who can kick his ass. Gamzee's still trying to get the hang of this shitty human body after all and he's not stupid. Bro could easily push him off without even trying so this requires swag.]

What's there to lose? Just a little motherfucking fun.

[It might require less tactic than Gamzee might think. If only because Gamzee is way taller than most of the little shits here, so he assumes he's a bit older. He seems older, anyway.]

Listen, if you've got a thing for Striders, why don't you go ambush Dave. I'm sure he'd love to get his mack on with you. I'm pretty sure I saw him staring at your ass a little while ago. Or hell, there's always Dirk. He's essentially me anyway.

[The comment about Dave gets him to chuckle, and he tries to hold back the minor eye twitch that accompanies it. Nah, he got over that. He got over it.]

Nah, ain't all interested in either one of them. Not in motherfucking Striders in general. You're just a cooler motherfucker. So I can make a motherfucking exception. 'Sides, you're already here so why the motherfuck not?

[Bro rolls his eyes at that. Mostly because Gamzee said he doesn't have a thing for Striders. Rude, asshole. Everyone needs a thing for Striders. But he'll let it slide, because he was called cool. Damn right he's cool.]

Alright, fine.

[He'll just bring his own hand up, kiss the palm of it, and then press his palm to Gamzee's mouth for a moment.]

Good enough for you?

[Yeah, Bro's just getting a flat stare for that. He's not even dignifying that with an answer because fucking seriously man? Lame.]

[Crickets can probably be heard chirping at the two of them both stare flatly at each other for a long moment.]

You're not gonna get the fuck out of my way until I do this, are you?

[It's Christmas. He's not feeling particularly violent, so at least Gamzee isn't in danger of getting punched or pushed out of the way.]

Nope.

[And the grin is back to accompany that simple statement. He's not moving until he gets a decent make out. If he can get one from Jane, he can get one from a Strider.]

[He really wants booze. You're blocking his booze. This is really the only reason he's even considering giving in.]

I'll give you this, you're one stubborn motherfucker.

[Whatever. Why the fuck not. It's not like anyone's going to see, they're all too busy being drunk and/or making out themselves. So. Whatever.

He'll just reach out and take Gamzee roughly by the hair, gripping it tight.]

But the question is, can you actually handle what you're asking for?

[Holy shit yes. Yes on so many fucking levels.

That grin is nothing but challenging, practically screaming prove your not all motherfucking talk.]

Show me what you got motherfucker.

[Somewhere inside, he'd really hoped that his actions would've scared Gamzee off. But of course not. He's talked the talk and now he's gonna have to walk the walk because that grin. It definitely is challenging, and one thing Bro doesn't do is back down from a fucking challenge.

He won't even respond verbally. Instead, he'll just pull Gamzee forward and smash their lips together like the damn juggalo wanted.]

[It ends up being more on the side of a black kiss than Gamzee had anticipated but that is more than fucking alright with him. If anything the fist in his hair only encourages him to kiss back with force to show that scare tactics don't do jack fucking shit on him.]

[Bro. has absolutely no idea that this is considered a blackrom type deal. He's just being rough to show Gamzee that he's the one in control here, that just because he was sort of manipulated into it doesn't mean he's being controlled. And because he's still trying to prove that he's not a fucking pansy, he's going to do more to beat the challenge that Gamzee's laid out for him. So yeah, that's a tongue darting out in the attempt to deepen the kiss.

Gamzee wanted sloppy makeouts, after all. And Bro's not going to halfass this. He's thinking more with his pride right now than he is with his brains.]

[He seriously has absolutely not fucking problem with it going a bit further. Just be careful of those fangs in that mouth Bro, don't cut yourself. Otherwise Gamzee's more than pleased to let him deepen that kiss and return it with just as much favor.

He doesn't take it all lying down though, and goes out of his way to try and force a bit of dominance himself just to see what Bro will do when that's challenged as well.]

[He takes note of them quite soon, and. He honestly finds them intriguing. He's kissed a lot of people in his lifetime, and none of them had fucking fangs. His tongue trails over them curiously for a little while, before darting forward to strife with Gamzee's tongue.

When Gamzee attempts to force his own dominance, that shit ain't gonna fly. With a grunt, his hand comes out of Gamzee's hair and both his hands go to Gamzee's wrists. He catches them, and then pushes Gamzee to a nearby wall, pinning him to it by the wrists. What now, motherfucker?]

[The only problem with Bro's plan to subdue him is that it only gets him to let out as much of a growl as he can and try to take control of the kiss even more, hands being pinned be damned.

Which is probably for the best otherwise Bro would probably end up with scratch marks on his back at this point if they weren't.]

[Fuck him, he never intended for the kiss to even go this far. But he still isn't actually ending it, because he's going to make damn sure that he isn't outdone in this kiss. He will be the 'winner' of it. Some weird juggalo isn't going to beat him at his best game. He sucks in a breath through his nose, because like hell he's going to break the kiss just for air, and it hisses out shortly after, and a growl of his own follows Gamzee's.

He presses against him harder, the grips on his wrists tighten, and his tongue moves against Gamzee's forcefully. He's pretty sure that he's pricked his tongue on one of Gamzee's fangs, because he can taste blood.]

[The taste of blood makes Gamzee practically groan because holy mother of fuck this human knows what he's doing. This game was getting a little away from him though, so with a little more force to show he wasn't fully out of fight, he does concede to defeat and let Bro take full control of the remainder of the kiss.]

[It's around the time that Gamzee lets out that groan that he realizes yeah, they definitely got... carried away, to say the least. Not that he particularly regrets it right now, though. And he still keeps it up, until Gamzee concedes defeat. It's only then that he pulls away. He keeps Gamzee's arms pinned to the wall though, as he gives the former troll an amused smirk. He's breathing a little heavy, because that was fucking intense.]

Satisfied?

[Gamzee's breath is a little faster than he anticipated it'd be, he had no idea what the fuck he was getting into with this and isn't at all disappointed.

He licks his lips, still tasting the blood there and grins.]

Hell motherfucking yeah. Wasn't all thinkin' you had it in you.

[Bro can tell that Gamzee enjoyed himself. And you know what? He enjoyed himself, too. He isn't going to say that, but god. How can someone not enjoy a kiss like that? It wasn't what he was expecting, but it was damn good and he doesn't regret doing it.]

That'll teach you to doubt me, won't it? Keep that in mind the next time you ever consider it.

[He'll finally let Gamzee's wrists go now, and step back so that he's no longer pushing up against him. He reaches up to wipe at the corner of his mouth, removing a bit of the facepaint that managed to stick to him off of Gamzee.]

[There's another low chuckle as Gamzee rubs idly at his wrists, not a single motherfucking regret. Bro's pretty motherfucking chill for a Strider.]

Yeah, won't be forgetting that soon. Won't be motherfucking forgetting that at all. Go get your booze on motherfucker, I'll see you later.

[He just smirks again, before turning to head off.]

Later, man.

Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock

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