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the hate sex meme

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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"I'll be there." Remus left as soon as Filch cleared him.

By the time midnight rolled around, he was near the lake, but out of sight, waiting to see if Black actually planned on following through before approaching.

Naturally, Sirius wasn't in the best of moods by the time he had been made to clean properly. Stupid squib indeed. He held his wand up when Remus approached, waiting for him to see it before moving to set it down on the ground.

"Are you ready?"

Remus put his down as well a moment later, before he walked towards the other teenager, his expression grim.

"...Let's see what you can do."

There were a few moments where Sirius heard how his mother would tell him that this wasn't proper behavior for a Black, but then he just shook his head and took his first swing, aiming for Remus face while pretty much aiming to tackle him at the same time.

Remus caught his fist in one hand, his fingers tightening around it as he caught Sirius with the other, twisting his own body and using the other teenager's momentum to take him to the ground, pinning him there.

One hand held Sirius's hand down, while one of his legs was between Sirius' legs, Remus just staring down at him.

Sirius fought that hold a good long while with all he had, grunting in frustration when he found no way to get back on top.

He tried to twist under Remus, glaring up at him as if defeating him was somehow a huge affront. Not that he was ready to admit defeat yet.

"...Yield and I'll let you go." The words were quiet, Remus leaning in closer, something almost feral in his gaze for a moment. "Or you can keep struggling. someone will come out, and everyone will know you were bested by someone you consider a lesser being."

"What, you want to hold me down all night? That should be fun." Sirius rolled his eyes and tried to land a kick to no avail. "And street thug can do this. You just got lucky, it's not very impressive."

"You fight many street thugs, Black?, and hardly till morning." He didn't seem bothered, his fingers tightening around the other teenager's wrist.

"Not really my social circle. And what, you want to call for an audience?" Sirius glanced at his wrist, not wanting to admit that the grip hurt, but it was his wand hand and he didn't want it injured. "This is ridiculous."

"Do you yield or not?" The question was quiet, Remus bending the boy's hand back. "It's very simple. Concede and you can go. Don't and we continue until you're ready to admit you lost.

Again."

"You'll never win against me in anything. Sure, hold me still if that makes you feel better, but I'm not going to give up." Sirius pressed his lips together at the pain in his hand, trying his best to tug it away from Remus.

"I'm not sure how you can classify your position as being able to beat me." The words were dry, Remus just tightening his grip on that hand.

"Or are you so blinded by ego that you can't admit when someone else bested you?"

"You just got lucky. I'll admit you bested me when you actually do." Or never, apparently, given that he wasn't admitting it when being pinned on the ground fairly helplessly. His eyes flicked to his wrist again and he tried to pull his hand away.

"Let go."

"Lucky really? Are you completely mental that you can't see the fact you've lost?" Remus let his wrist go with a sigh before he moved to stand.

"Fine, try again and we'll see who's lucky."

Sirius scrambled to his feet immediately, rubbing his wrist and glancing at his wand. But then he just squared his shoulders and faced Remus. He wasn't going to avoid the physical confrontation.

"Come at me, then."

"You were the one who challenged me." Remus gave him a glance before he shook his head slightly.

"I never said I wanted to fight you."

"You're bloody challenging me all the time." Just by existing, apparently. His eyes narrowed, Sirius stepped forward until he was just inches from him, fixing Remus with a glare.

"Filth."

He grabbed Remus by the neck and meant to hit him, he really did. He wasn't sure how he ended up kissing him.

"How the bl-" was about as far as he got before the kiss silence him, Remus pulling away as soon as his brain actually started working again, just staring at the other teenager for a long moment.

"...Right then."

Sirius touched his lips with an almost comically horrified expression. He shuddered, eyes closing as he shook his head. No, no, no, this couldn't have happened. What could he even do now?

Opening his eyes again, he immediately glared at Remus - although he evaded his gaze. "One word, halfblood, ever and I'll end you."

"I'm sorry, but why would I ever tell anyone about this? You think I wanted you to snog me or something?" Remus had no intention of admitting he'd enjoyed it, even a little, especially with the kind of hell the other teenager had been giving him.

"...just sod off." Sirius huffed, then just walked to pick his wand up, feeling an urge to hex Remus, but feeling a much stronger urge to just be alone. He wasn't sure what emotions were currently warring inside him, but he figured it would be best to just ignore them. Yes, definitely for the best.

Remus just stood there, watching him collect his belongings. The kiss had been something of a surprise, although it wasn't really the first time he'd thought about it, if he was really honest.

But thinking about it and having it happen were two different things. When Sirius had his back turned, Remus lifted a hand, fingers brushing against his own lips before he turned away picking up his own wand.

"...See you in class."

Days passed, weeks even, as usual. Taunting Remus just as always, sometimes glaring at him a little too long and at night, well, every now and then it really wasn't easy to not think. In dreams, as it turned out, it was flat out impossible.

It hadn't even been a good kiss, Sirius reasoned. Chapped lips, unresponsive, nothing. Not like kissing some of the girls he had dated. Not like kissing his current girlfriend, which he tended to do a lot, especially anywhere near Remus.

But those kisses didn't haunt him at night. They didn't make him feel hot and cold and overwhelmed.

It wasn't what he wanted, he knew that. He liked girls, he had a lot of proof for that. With Remus, it seemed like hatred and disgust had gotten confused with other emotions that didn't belong. He wanted to make Remus suffer, sure, but he also...

Damn.

That they were assigned an astronomy project together was just not even fair. Alone in the tower, watching the stars. Sirius kept from making any remarks, just stared up at the sky stubbornly and checked the charts. Life wasn't fair.

Nothing had changed, and yet it felt like everything had. Remus kept himself busy, ignoring the Slytherin as usual and focusing on his studies, at least when he wasn't deal with his other 'problem'. The assignment had been given during the moon, so he got it late which meant they had to do it when the rest of the class already had.

Remus was sitting behind the other telescope, making notes although he kept glancing at the other teenager when he knew Sirius wasn't looking.

"...Are you almost done?"

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