Anatomy Discovery (Johnkat) (Chap 1)

"What the FUCK Egbert!? Stop leaving your stupid ass junk round the house!" The grey troll bellowed as he glared at the spectacled human with great annoyance. Dangling from his clawed fingers was Johns beagle puss glasses. The spectacled fucktard was always leaving his stuff around, and due to his short temper could not stand it in the slightest. John, who was busy communicating on Pesterchum curiously turned around to face the infuriated troll. "Hey, calm down Karkat. People forget things…." Completely indulged in ferocity, Karkat took Johns response as an insult. "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!" Karkat bellowed as he tossed the beagle puss glasses onto the floor and bared a row of sharp pearly-whites.

Seeing that immediate action was needed for the circumstance, John quickly rose out of his computer chair and waltzed over towards the raging Karkat. The troll was acting absolutely ridiculous (but then again, when wasn't he?). The two stood side by side, Karkat now gone quiet due the rising curiosity as to why John had left the haven of his chair. The two males stood there for a moment's time, the tension growing strong between them. Then, without a moments notice, John lunged out a hand and wrapped his thin fingers around Karkats horns. It took Karkat a few seconds to respond, being caught off guard had made him grow silent and without expression. Then it hit him. The trolls face slowly melted into one of sheer panic and distress. "AHHH!! EGBERT!!!!!!! What are you doing you blithering shithole?!!!!!??!" John could only smile. Somehow he had always found Karkats hot temper to be quite enjoyable.

"DUMBASS!!!!! Does your tiny pathetic human brain even comprehend what you're doing?!" Jon emitted a chuckle of amusement as he proceeded to keep rubbing the trolls horns. "Of course I do, and that's why I'm doing it." Karkats face faded into a frown as a rosy blush dusted over his grey cheeks. "…I'm not in the mood for…. your shit-tastical games…EGBERT." Johns face had grown to match the aliens own.

From what he observed, what Nepeta had told him was certified to be true. Troll horns were a very androgynous zone for the people on Alternia. They were similar to the feeling of human nipples. John could feel a nervous lump forming towards the back of his throat. He couldn't find it in himself to stop what he was doing. The look and shy actions of the now tame Karkat was too pleasant and… rather arousing." "….fuck…Egbert…" Karkat whimpered with a rattled sigh, this eyes now closed behind a heated face.

Hearing his name being called in such a breathless and sensual tone had caused quite a disturbance along John's lower regions. John quickly ceased his actions, observing that the playful teasing had certainly gone quite out of hand. John shoved his hands into his pockets to conceal the tent, not wanting Karkat to see what he had done to him. There was an eerie silence between them once more, which made John feel extremely anxious. Karkat had appeared to still be in a dreamy daze, but he was slowly slipping back into his senses.

"Egbert."

John lifted his head up curiously, his heart pounding violently against his ribcage.  He knew that there was soon to be a wave of fury and hell to be splashed upon him.

"Y-yes?"
"Come over here, you idiot."

John hesitated for a moment's time before obeying the trolls wishes. "What is i-" Before the human had time to finish, Karkat had pulled John into a rough kiss. John's eyes widened as he felt his legs quickly succumbing to jelly. He would have never dreamed that this scenario would play out so well as it did inside of his head. Breaking away, John gazed back at Karat's face, which seemed more vivid than a tomato on a hot summer day.

"Karka-" The troll had quickly placed a finger to John's lips, silencing him completely. "Don't fucking ruin it." John blinked, but understood. Karkat was extremely shy when it came to romance, even though he had claimed to be a self-proclaimed genius when it came to Kismessis and the Quadrants. Karkat pulled John back into another kiss, this time tracing his wet tongue between John's soft lips. John parted them with instinct to allow the trolls intrusion.

The two tongues entwined and snaked their way around each other, battling for dominance. John found that Karkat had an odd taste to him, but one that wasn't unpleasant. It reminded him of a combination of oranges and parsley. He could feel the rough edges of karkats teeth scrape against his tongue, which he attempted to veer far away from in fear of his tongue being bitten off during the process. The two broke away once more, heavily panting as they attempted to catch their breath from the lustful kissing. "Hey…I was wondering. Do you think, umn… that we could?" John began as he looked down at Karkat with pleading eyes.

Karkat quickly turned his head away and scoffed. "Could what?" John's eyes hastily scanned the room, trying to contemplate the right words to bring to Karkat. He did not want to say anything to set him off or make him lose interest. Extending a long arm, John toyed with the hem of Karkats sweater before proceeding to slide a cold hand up his stomach. He paused for a moment's time, his eyes narrowing in confusion. Something did not feel quite right…

Karkat flinched as John continued to brush his hands over the trolls grey skin. "MOTHER GRUBS OOZING VESTIGAL, your hands are goddamn freezing!!!!!" Karkat spat, as he quickly pulled away and tugged his shirt back in its rightful place.

John stood where he was dumbfounded. It might have been his imagination, but from what he had felt and observed, Karkat did not seem to have a belly button. Narrowing his eyes, John allowed curiosity to take the best of him. "Karkat….do you….not have a belly button?"

Karkat furrowed his brow with sheer annoyance. "What is this belly button you morbidly disgusting humans speak of?" John sighed as he quickly lifted up a hand to adjust his glasses. "Well… one of these." Slowly lifting up his shirt, John exposed his belly button, allowing Karkat a moment's time to soak in what he had just witnessed.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! Oh my god that so disgusting! Egbert, you humans are so fucking ridiculous." Karkat roared as he leaned in closer to inspect the foreign anatomy presented to him.

"So what purpose do these rechid "belly buttons" serve?"

John tugged down his shirt and flattened out the wrinkles, which had formed.

"Well, they don't really have a purpose. I mean, before we are born they do but…"

"Useless!" Karkat mumbled as he crossed his lean arms across his chest. "You humans are such pathetic mushy…doughy…squash-colored…things." John laughed warmly at Karkat's response before reaching out a hand to lift up the trolls sweater, catching him off guard.

"HEY, WHAT THE?!"

John observed the torso with great interest. The troll certainly did not own a belly button himself, but he did have the basic muscular anatomy that humans had. He found Karkat to be quite thin and lean, only a small portion of muscle to be seen protruding through the grey flesh. John's expression simmered into one of sheer amusement. "Oh wow! That is so weird. Haha!"

Karkat pushed John away as he furiously yanked his shirt down, having had quite enough day's worth of the ridiculousness. "THAT'S IT! I'm getting the fuck out of this shit hole! You're pissing me off!" John quickly lurched out a hand and enveloped his hand around Karkats wrist, halting him in his tracks. "Wait, Karkat…"

Karkat swung his head around furiously and bore his piercing yellow eyes into Johns blue. "What now?!" He spat, his patience clearly nearing the top of its peak.