Dave's Final Message... (Version 1)

Another one of me and Kimmy's roleplays/fanfics. (Its the same roleplay, but further down on the timeline than the other one.)

The week before this tragic event, Dirk and Dave were going about life as normal... until Dirk found out about Dave's sexual preference. After he found that out, he teased Dave relentlessly, touching him ironically and trying to make the homosexual side of him come out, not knowing that Dave had sincere feelings for him. One day, Dirk forced his submissive younger brother to sit in his lap, touching and teasing as usual, but this time, Dave wasn't about to take it. He thrust his brothers arms off of him, his eyes were red and showed hurt. "You don't even mean any of it.... Well, I'm not another one of your puppets Dirk! I have feelings... I-I hate you!" He of course didn't really mean the last part, but he was fed up. Dave had little tears roll down his cheeks and he pressed his face into the inside of his arm and ran to his room, not being ironic or cool about it, but he didn't care.. He had loved to be in his brother's arms..... To be kissed.... Touched... But he knew Dirk didn't mean it, so the pleasure evoked emotional pain of an unimaginable toll on Dave...

A week went by without any exchange of any sort between the two, Dirk not doing anything more for him than was absolutely necessary to avoid contact. He did wonder about his little brother, and at the end of the week, was realizing how horrible he had been to him. Dirk went looking for Dave and found him smoking on the fire escape stairs; a habit he picked up in the absence of his brother.

He heard his brother come sit behind him on the sill and frowned, keeping his gaze completely away from Dirk.... But as he apologized, Dave's tense attitude gently softened. Dave looked down at his hands as Dirk continued, a few tears spilling into them as he heard the words hate and despicable. He could hear the sadness and sincerity in Dirk's voice and as he got to his last sentence, Dave was doubled over into his knees, crying hard and his body trembled violently. "D-Dirk...." He managed to get out between quiet gasps of his sobs, "I.... I don't hate you.." He lifted his head from his arms and slowly looked up and into his older brother's orange eyes.
"I love you...."

Dirk watched his brother's eyes carefully. He watched as those glistening tears rolled off his cheeks and he heard his words but his mind was so fogged...he thought he heard it wrong. Dave...loved him? Of course this could mean...brotherly...but why did it feel like more to Dirk? And the conclusion came clear in his mind, it was almost like crystal. The elder moved next to Dave, and wrapped his arms tightly around the younger Strider's lean frame. "Dave..." He rested his head atop his brother's and did his best to stop the tears that continuously flowed off his cheeks.

There was warmth, between their bodies, that Dirk felt in his entire being. He wasn't ashamed...he had no reason to be. He smoothed his palm over Dave's back in comforting motions while the other cried into his shoulder. He didn't mind...though after a few moments, when Dave had calmed down some, he placed a hand on his younger brother's cheek and guided his red gaze to meet his own bright orange. He smoothed a thumb over Dave's cheekbone, wiping away the wet on his skin. Dirk's eyes held an amiable glow, with slow moving blinks.

"I love you...little bro..." his lips perked up into a tender crooked smile. "It ain't wrong..." He muttered with low undertone. "...It's not wrong..." He pressed their foreheads together and shut his eyes...making no moves that might disturb or frighten his younger brother.

Dave pressed his face into Dirk's chest and held him tight, wishing he hadn't told Dirk he hated him... he never meant it... he whimpered a little longer into Dirk's embrace and when his brother brought his gaze up to his, he gave a small smile, hearing his confession. He shut his eyes and breathed a satisfied sigh, feeling his brother's forehead pressed against his own.

Dirk's arms were so warm, and Dave enjoyed the sincerity of the hug. His eyes slowly opened a bit, enough to look into Dirk's beautiful orange eyes, and realized how much he hated he space between their lips... The air cushion was the only thing keeping him from enjoying this moment a little more... He slowly began to close the space, his nose slightly pressing against the elder's as he connected their lips.

Their chests were close enough to feel Dirk's heartbeat and he held the back of his brother's head, playing his fingers into the spiked hair he loved. He could deal with the consequences after, but at the moment all his mind could wrap around was that he was in love, and his brother's lips were so soft.....

Dirk tilted his head to the side, allowing a more convenient kiss to take place. He noted the soft wet feeling of Dave's lips and the scent of his skin. He tasted like nicotine...but that didn't really matter. The elder Strider's orange orbs drifted to a close and he sighed just softly into the kiss. A gloved hand moved to the back of Dave's neck, holding it tenderly and playing at the whisps of white blond that laid smooth on his skin. He made no move to do anything other than kiss his little brother, as he was slightly freaked out that he would cause an unwanted disturbance between the two of them. This kiss was good enough for him...

After the kiss, Dirk put Dave to bed, (who gets up later in the night to sneak into bro's bed to sleep). Dirk has a dream that night that he tries to kiss Dave, but dream Dave yells and tells him no, causing Dirk to jolt awake. He sees Dave sleeping soundly beside him and realizes that he might be hurting him by loving him as more than a brother, so he vows to stop and just be brothers. Dave is shown a few cold shoulders throughout the day and is told to go get groceries without so much as a goodbye, but he tries to stay happy in hopes his bro is just having a bad day.

Dave came back from shopping and secretly had bought a cupcake for Dirk with his name embroidered on it in icing. Dave called him to come see a surprise.

"What is it?" He opened the package and looked it over. A cupcake? What for? It wasn't like it was his birthday or anything...still he was touched...and Dave just stood there shivering because he was soaked, and the air was running. Oh how Dirk wanted to scoop the poor kid up into his arms and kiss him back into warmth...but he just took the cupcake from the box, tossed the box into the trash and strolled on into the living room...cramming it into his face. "Thanks kiddo." He said between mouthfuls, plopping on the couch and turning on the TV.

Dave smiled a little when Dirk entered the room to receive his present, kinda wanting a hug.... But Dirk didn't stop for one on his way to the living room, not even a second glance as he ate the cupcake. Dave had reached out to grab Dirk's hand and gently lead him back, but he decided against it and pulled back. Dave was trembling, partly because of the cold, and partly because he was about to breakdown. He bit his lip and walked calmly to the bathroom, keeping his face hidden from Dirk's view. "I'm uh..... Going to go take a shower..." As Dave walked past, he noticed that Dirk's phone had Jake's chumhandle, and he walked a little faster, trying to get to the bathroom before his tears started falling.

Once safe behind the door, Dave held his mouth and cried silently. He stopped making excuses for Dirk. He should've known this was just another ironic tease.... Dirk was being so unfair.... Once again, his heart was being ripped from his chest viciously and Dave couldn't handle it.... He was far too much in love to be able to stand this type of teasing...

Dave undressed himself, though he left his boxers on as he lowered himself into the empty tub, seeing as he wasn't planning on getting clean. His body trembled as wet skin hit the freezing air, though he didn't care much.... Nothing mattered it never had, and never would again. Dave pulled a small plastic container from the shower rack, and retrieved a shiny object from inside. These were replacements for when the razors became dull... Dave noted his reflection in the sharp piece of metal, seeing a sad crumpled mass in the bottom of a tub, tears down its face.. Why were his feelings just playthings to Dirk? Why was it that every time he revealed a secret, Dirk used it against him? The little razor in his hand was going to help him cease these endless questions..... He dug the edge into his wrist and winced a little as the crimson leaked and drained into the bottom of the tub. Dave made two of these lines on each wrist, and laid back, writing a bit of a last message on the tiled wall in his crimson fluid as he started to slip into unconsciousness: "Love you."

(I'm so very sorry for the length of this.... But it had to be done in order to properly describe this scene. I hope you enjoy~!)

Homestuck is by Andrew Hussie!