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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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He may have been a small man, but Gabriel was still an angel--an archangel--and he could get very intimidating when pissed. Of course, he was getting just as pissed with him throwing insults at him.

"I didn't do anything this time! I went to sleep and woke up here!" he protested, back of his knees hitting the bed. "Snap your fingers and get rid of the spell already."

Gabriel pushed Dean onto the bed, tilting his head slowly. "You think I wouldn't have tried already if I knew it wouldn't work? You always assume that things will just be solved so easily. You really are a muttonhead." He snapped again as he dropped onto his knees on the bed.

The magic in the room was still working, amping up the anger and frustration between both Dean and Gabriel. Of course that wasn't the only thing it was working on building between them. Gabriel could feel it already. He wanted to rip Dean apart, but he also wanted to pin him to the mattress for other things.

Dean's like a rag doll, flopping back onto the bed, not a feeling he enjoys much, getting thrown around by angels. He pushed himself upright so he could at least be on somewhat similar footing, grabbing the front of Gabe's shirt and glaring at him. His free fist clenches, wanting to punch him, but two experiences with bruised knuckles taught him better.

"I'm the last person who takes the easy way out of anything, Gabriel," he snarled, "My whole life's been anything but easy, so don't you get your panties in a twist over a suggestion."

When Dean grabbed the front of his shirt his eyes widened and he moved again until Dean was beneath him. "You really think its smart to be grabbing an archangel, Dean?" He snapped, voice low and almost husky, but just as angry.

"What are you gonna do about it, Deano? Its not like you have any control over what I say or do."

Dean glared right back up at him, showing the usual fearlessness in the face of awesome power. The only thing he had ever been afraid of was Death. And Death wasn't here.

"If you're expecting me to blink first, Gabriel, it's not going to happen," he snapped back at him, "I don't care what you are, you're still a dick."

He panted slightly, skin flushed from the effects of the spell. "Stubborn fucking Winchesters..." He growled before slamming their mouths together in a violent kiss. He grasped Dean's hips, holding him in a vise grip against the bed, pressing against him.

If there was a response to that, it was lost in the crash of their mouths and Dean felt repulsed and drawn to him. His hands scrabbled at his shoulders until they found their way to his hair tugging at it hard. Hard enough to make any normal person feel pain.

Gabriel was anything but normal. The tugging of his hair only made him moan, grinding down almost roughly against Dean. His hands moved up, finding Dean's shirt before ripping it open. The sound of the material rending and tearing made him smirk against Dean's lips.

Dean's hips bucked up, whether to meet Gabriel's or to remove him, was unclear even to him. He bit at the angel's lips hard when he heard the cloth of his shirt rip, intending to draw blood, make him pay for the ruined shirt.

When he tasted his own blood he snarled, pulling back before dragging Dean's head back and going for his throat. Instead of biting he just sucked on the skin, drawing up dark bruises over his throat. His own clothing was ripped away as well though until both of them were naked on the bed.

Dean groaned, neck arching under the punishing mouth, not caring if they're naked and writhing together. He raked his nails down his back as a leg wrapped around his hips, pulling their lower bodies flush together.

He groaned, biting hard as he continued grinding down against him. "Fuck, Dean." He growled, reaching between them and wrapping his fingers around Dean, squeezing.

There was a strangled cry when his hand closed around what turned out to a surprisingly interested hard-on. Dean bucked up, trying to get more friction, neck throbbing under the places he had sucked and bitten.

He stroked firmly, smirking before pressing their lips together in another hard kiss. This time he bit Dean, sucking roughly. He might have been the stronger of the two, the more powerful, but he knew what he wanted.

He shifted up slightly until he was straddling Dean, letting go of him to grind down again.

There was a noise when he bit, and the coppery tang of blood was strong in the kiss. Battered, bruised, and just a little dazed, Dean watched him move, his hands flying to his hips when he ground down like that, and he let out a groan that shuddered through his body.

"Gab...Gabriel, what...?"

He smirked, still grinding down roughly. "Shut up and fuck me already." He snarled, bending and kissing him again and again, stealing the hunter's breath away. Gabriel could handle much more than Dean could and this is what he wanted.

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