Sharing Is Caring (1327 words) by Aewin
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sollux Captor/Karkat Vantas
Characters: Karkat Vantas, Sollux Captor, Sollux’s Nookworm
Additional Tags: Xeno, Established Relationship, Nookworms, Sex Parasites, Size Kink, Overstimulation
Karkat accidentally stumbles across Sollux’s nookworm, and…well, he’s always wanted to try one, so why the fuck not?
A drabble based on two wonderful pieces of art by Syblatortue!
You shift in the blue half of Sollux’s recuperacoon, idly scratching your back, and your foot nudges something at the bottom of the tank.
It’s…vaguely squishy. Ew. There’s no telling what the everloving fuck the asshole tossed down there while manic; probably an old gamegrub or something, which you’re not exactly happy about spending the day with, but you’re too tired from being pailed into infinity to give enough of a fuck to bend over and fish the thing out.
Nature calls, and you drift into sleep, lulled by the nearby buzzing of bees. They help your insomnia like nothing else, which makes them one of your favorite reasons to sleep at Sollux’s hive. Maybe you should have him burn you an audiogrub or something. You snort, imagining how awkward that request would be, and dismiss it from your mind as you slowly lose consciousness.
You blink blearily, sighing as you spread your legs further for Sollux, tipping your head back to give him access to your neck, and—
The thing at the entrance of your nook is plump and heavy and there is only one thing wriggling, so it is definitely not Sollux. Your hands fly down to your nook in panic and you grip the thing firmly, pulling it from the sopor and squinting in the low light to determine what the actual fuck—
And it’s a nookworm. A big one too, fuck. You didn’t even know Sollux had a nookworm, but leave it to him to forget to warn his guest about something this important. Where the hell was it every other time you slept over? Where did he even get it? Does Sollux know he has a nookworm, or did it spring forth fully-formed from the protean piles of garbage around his hive?
It chirrs at you softly, dripping sopor in little plinks into the ‘coon, and a horrible idea coagulates in your thinkpan. Maybe, uh. Maybe he left it here on purpose? You glance over at him, and he’s still leaning softly against the red rim of the ‘coon, oblivious and asleep.
…whatever. He left it here where its natural instincts were going to drive it up your nook, and you’ve always wanted to try one of these things, so…yeah, you’re gonna do this. You, Karkat Vantas, are about to have your first experience with a high-class sex parasite.