bakerstreet | Hatesex Meme

hatesex meme

Somehow you've come to hate this person, but the UST is still magnetizing. This is the place to get all that hate out while getting dirty.

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1. Argument: No matter how you two are normally, you've recently gotten into an argument and it's only set things off.

2. Competitors: You are after the same thing, whether you're in the bag game against one another, the bar league's softball team or bowling.

3. BDSM: The kinky option. You two are actually fine with one another, but fucking the hell out of one another just does it for you.

4. Romeo + Juliet: Opposite sides of a warring faction. Your family killed mine. I'm tired of fighting. I'm tired of everything. Let's just fuck because I hate you.

5. Coworkers: Like competitors, you are generally after the same thing. There is a sense of one-upmanship. And yet you are probably attracted to them because they are so much like you.

6. Physicality: You are actually in a fist fight or have been (feel free to play that out or not), and it either turns sexual or you just haven't gotten all the UST out, yet.

7. Fuck it: Free for all/ make up your own. You hate them. There's this wall. Have at it

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[ Oh, Kal-El doesn't have to tell him: Bruce already knows. He can see it in the alarm in those eyes; can feel it from the heat of the gaze, the weight of the want that presses so deeply into him. And Bruce would crow over it; would be incredibly smug that he has snared a Kryptonian of such important standing, if he's not acutely aware of just how much he has been captured as well.

If Kal-El puts a collar on him - as is his right as the Kryptonian owner of a human slave - it will be absolutely nothing to the chains that those eyes have already wrapped around Bruce's very being.

Wryly, baldly, he thinks: I am so fucked. The only consolation is that this would be an aid to the mission; that Kal-El seems different from Zod and the rest, and this attraction-attachment between them would serve well in the rebels' cause.

He holds onto the thought of his purpose even as his blood rushes in his veins at the confirmation that Kal-El will take him. Holds onto it and lets himself be a little bolder, reaching out and grabbing the man by the wrist and pulling it close, pressing his lips to those smooth fingertips. ]

I know how to behave. [ The words are drawled. His eyes tempt Kal-El to call what surely seems like a bluff. ] I've got good manners, when I want to use them.

[He purses his lips, pulling the hand away with a stern look. He might feel a pull, he might feel pure electricity go through him when he’s touched by this human, but that doesn’t mean he has to be controlled by it. No, he’s lost the battle but he isn’t going to lose the war. Thing is, it isn’t even his attitude (while he likes his intelligence he finds the arrogance a bit annoying). It’s… something else, and since Kal can’t really put it into words he still tells himself it’s something to do with his eyes.]

I highly doubt that. But it doesn’t matter: if you misbehave you will be kicked out. [That is definitely not a bluff. His father might sigh and shake his head in disappointment at his inability to read people but no Kryptonian will be punished for the actions of his human. And he's sure Matches actually wants to belong to the house of El, so he hopes that will be enough to keep him in line. Part of him hopes it's him the one he wants to belong to, but he shuts it down fast.]

The moment you enter my house with me you will belong to me. From then on, you will behave in public. If you are so smart you must know what will happen to you if you do not.

[ Bruce is a better liar to himself: he can almost believe that it's simply Kal-El's eyes and the possibility of having such a high-ranking Kryptonian on the side of the rebellion that is drawing him to this man, this alien. But at the same time, he's good at sifting out lies, even within himself, and he knows that's not entirely it either. That's too logical, and this pull, this constant tug-drag within him, is anything but.

There's nothing logical about his aching need to belong to Kal-El within the first few minutes of meeting him. Especially when Bruce has always balked at the very thought of belonging to anyone.

The smirk softens into a smaller smile, and Bruce finally sits up, turning his head away from Kal-El as he starts to brush grass stains away from his clothes and hair. ]

Only in public? That's giving me quite a few liberties there, Kal. [ And the smirk comes back. ]

I'm not going to be rude, because, you see... [ he reaches out, hand brushing the air right above Kal-El's chest- ] I don't want to risk not belonging to you. Not when I've made so much effort to convince you.

[He reaches to grab Matches’s wrist, trying and failing not to grin. Dealing with this situation is easier if he doesn’t lie to himself: now that he is getting what he wants he can stop pretending. It’s kind of a relief that Matches seems to be as willing to belong to Kal as Kal is to have him, he doesn’t know what he would have done if he hadn’t wanted it.

He’d say he’d look for someone like Matches, but he already knows there isn’t anyone like him.]

I believe we are still in public. If you have to get your belongings and say your goodbyes feel free to do so, I will wait here.

[ No, there isn't anyone like Matches Malone, because he doesn't really exist. There's no one like Bruce either, nothing like the man who has spent his life escaping being recorded and given papers and yet able to slip out of situations where anyone else would be arrested easily.

He wonders if Kal-El will ever be able to deal with him. He doubts it. And that's a triumph, isn't it? To have a way into a high Kryptonian house while keeping his own secrets.

Reaching out, he trails his fingertip above Kal-El's lips. ]

I don't have anything to bring with me. [ He gives an expansive shrug, spreading out his hands. ] All you'll get is me.

[ And that's what you want, isn't it? ]

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