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the hate sex meme

1. Jealousy: Who are they sexting late at night? Did their gaze linger too long on your sexy neighbor? Time to confront them, show them that they are yours, that they belong with you and no one else.
2. Recently broken up: Breaking up is hard to do. The fights, the separation, the bad feelings that come with it. And sometimes lingering passions can make you have some intense reunions.
3. Long Time Enemies: Childhood rivals, competing companies, families, good vs. evil, whatever it is, you two do not get along. But hate can easily give way to a different sort of passion.
4. Taunting: You push and you push and you push, and they push back. Eventually one of you is going to snap, you can only ignore sexual tension for so long.
5. Just plain hate: You hate them. So much. And every time they look at you, you want to punch them in the face, but deep in your depraved mind you would really like to rip their clothes off and have some hot hate sex. Time to give in.
6. Wildcard: Pick from above or... got a different scenario in mind? Go crazy. Pick your own!

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[Raphael's eyes went huge at the kiss, brief as it was-- barely even a peck. Part of him had started to suspect, but just dimly. He'd never thought that Michael would really feel this way about anybody, much less him, much less be willing enough to do something about it.]

[He didn't know how to take it, and for a second or two he just stared down at Michael. His hands were on the sheets on either side of him, propping himself up, and on complete impulse, he shifted them over to his shoulders instead on automatic.]

Calm down. I think we can do a little better than that, don't you?

[He fingered Michael's chin, tilting it up before their lips met again.]

[Calm down? How the hell was he supposed to calm down when he didn't even know what he was supposed to feel here other than being pissed that Raphael sucked at life? Swallowing, Michael stared up at Raphael while he just tried to figure out what he meant.

Wait...what?]

Better?

[Oh. That was what he meant. Eyes wide, he didn't kiss back right away, a little shocked that Raphael would kiss a guy, let alone him of all people. But, after deciding he liked the kiss, he went for kissing back.]

[He deepened it quickly enough, eagerly enough. More than he'd expected. It felt-- good, better than he thought it would. Raphael was only running on instinct with this and his hand moved from cupping Michael's face to tousle his hair as he paused for breath.]

What took you?

[Kissing wasn't so bad when it was Raphael doing it apparently. He actually liked it and found himself a little out of breath. Oddly enough, that felt really good. And this was what the jerk had been giving everyone else and not him?]

Don't wanna talk. Talking sucks.

[Grabbing Raphael's hair, he pulled him back down for more of those kisses he'd decided he liked.]

But--

[He was hardly much for talking, either, but... this wasn't exactly normal circumstances, and much as he regretted it, he pulled away again. Unbelievably, from him.]

We can't just-- I don't want to hurt you.

[Nope. He didn't like that one bit and went to kick at Raphael so he could shove him onto his back. Michael was going to get on top of him, damn it. Because he had a few things to say here.]

Oi! Who said it was all about what you want?

Hey! I'm trying to be serious here!

[Oh, well. There was no arguing with Michael nine times out of ten anyway, and even less now that Raphael had found himself with his back pressing against the mattress. It was... kind of cute and almost appealing, his belligerence, insistence, despite Raphael knowing full well he had no idea what he was doing.]

... If you're going to play like that, you'll need less clothes.

[And he busied himself with yanking up Michael's shirt.]

Yeah well...me too!

[Honestly he had no idea what Raphael was talking about but if he tried to pretend like he knew what he was doing here then he could figure this out. Or something. It was confusing but he wasn't just going to sit back and...blush and stuff.]

Oi!

[And up his shirt went. Why he hadn't figured out that clothes needed to go was a mystery.]

[Raphael suppressed a laugh at the sound, casually tossing the shirt on the floor. He still felt half-obligated to try and talk this one out first... how long had Michael felt this way, exactly? And that wasn't even getting in to Raphael himself-- he couldn't quite write off his own reactions as just another case of lechery.]

[And honestly he didn't want to think about them much. His own attention span was starting to falter, faster than he thought it would, and he grinned, fingers tracing over Michael's exposed chest, almost admiringly, before suddenly rolling him back over again, pressing rough kisses down his neck and collarbone, down his chest.]

[Michael was fumbling while he tried to catch up and figure out what was going on here. Raphael had way more experience than he did which left him a full step behind with every move. Which was how he ended up back on his back with those lips on his skin. Those fingers had felt pretty good too.

Still, this was Michael and rather than admit that he had no idea he was clueless as to what to do next he decided to complain. Like he'd known what he was doing before.]

Hey! Cheater!

[But, he was arching up towards the kisses because they felt really, really good. Oh...wait...] ...ya still have your shirt on...

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