the hate sex meme

[easycompany]

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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[highwarlock]

[ Magnus never says things he doesn't mean. He might keep secrets and deflect questions and answer things backwards much like the Fey (No wonder he hates them so much. He resembles them.), but he doesn't do the lying thing much anymore. And he certainly doesn't say or do things because he's 'supposed' to. They do work well together though, like two missing pieces of a puzzle, or like the melody and harmony of a song.

Dear God, this is so frustrating. It isn't the first time he's been teased like this, with all the torturous kissing and touching, slow and light with not near enough heat or friction. He's experienced this plenty of times. Maybe not as often as he dishes it out, but still. Perhaps it's so frustrating because it's Alec, and that really just makes all the difference.

He bites back his noises of frustration. He knows, in the back of his mind, the sooner he shows responses and makes noises, the sooner he'll get what he wants. It's that simple. But he's too stubborn to give in yet. He almost hates himself for it.

His dick sure as hell does.

Magnus tries to arch into the touch, tries to get closer to that warmth. Alec's touches are infuriating. Too light, too high, too teasing, too everything. His agitation is building, shown in the way he's shifting to push himself closer, too desperate and too needy. But his mouth stays firmly shut, sounds stay firmly down. Until Alec mentions begging. Then his mouth is flying right open. ]

Absolutely not. [ It's breathless, annoyed. ] No way.

[highwarlock]

[ It's the complete truth for Magnus. He has managed to find the point that his world spins around. It took him 800 years, but he found it. Alec is everything that's magical and pure and beautiful about the world. Alec gives him hope and life that he thought he'd lost a long time ago. He compliments Alec and Alec compliments him, and he gives Magnus things he didn't even know he wanted until he has them. It's incredible. And maybe the Shadowhunter will never ever be aware of it, or will never ever believe the words of affection Magnus gives him, but that's okay. Magnus doesn't mind.

He can feel his magic heating his palms where his fingertips are digging in. It's screaming to get out, to spark and lighten the mostly dark room with magnificent sparks of blue. Every kiss, mark, and touch leaves his body wanting more more more, and he can feel his resolve thinning into something that's about to become nonexistent. Maybe he doesn't have as much patience and self-control as he thought he had.

Maybe it's just different because it's Alec. That always seems to be the case.

His head drops back against the door again, making a soft thumping noise that hardly even rises above the party music. Words leave his lips, something quick and muttered, but it's not quite loud enough to hear, let alone in English. He's purposely chosen a language that he knows Alec won't be able to recognize. Maybe he is begging and pleading and saying please, but if he is, Alec sure as hell can't tell. He won't let his pride slip that easily. He'll continue to be as difficult as possible until he just can't stand it anymore.

He grits his teeth briefly, then flashes a faint grin. ] Just because it's so easy for me to break you down doesn't mean it's going to be as easy the other way around, Alexander.

[ The words are barely out of his mouth before he feels that light friction between his legs. His breath catches in his throat and he rocks his hips forward, desperate to get more of it. ]

[highwarlock]

[ Magnus would like to say that if Alec were to be gone from his life, he'd be fine. He knows that isn't the case, though. Oh, not even sort of. After he's found that thing he's searched for his entire life? That's ten lifetimes, roughly speaking. Ten lifetimes that he spent not quite whole. At this point, he feels as if he'd be missing a significant part of himself if Alec weren't with him. He likes the story of soulmates and Zeus, the telling of how the god split everybody in two and cursed them with the task of searching for their other half. And legend has it, that once they finally find each other, there is an unspoken understanding between them, and they would lay together in unity and feel no joy greater than that.

He thinks, vaguely, buried under all the wanting and needing pleasure coursing through his body, that he'd like to tell Alec that story sometime, explain it to him if he doesn't already know of it. Just sometime when he's not being pinned against the wall and teased mercilessly.

It's working; the touches are too light, too fleeting to bring anything more than brushing hints of pleasure. It's not enough, not even a little bit, and it's driving him completely mad. Somehow, his lifelong stubbornness manages to outweigh the stupid burning need to be touched, and he only grits his teeth and shakes his head, still refusing to give Alec what he wants.

He can hear himself panting soft as he arches and rocks his hips vainly. A growl sounds from his throat. ] God, just-- [ Biting back a whine. ] Just fucking touch me.

look i have another shirtless one

[highwarlock]

[ He knows Alec won't believe him, no matter how many times he says it, but the Shadowhunter really is it for him. He may have lived for too many years already, and may outlive Alec for too many years again, but there really isn't going to be a 'next time.' Pretty people will walk in and out of his life, werewolves and vampires and warlocks and fey will slide in and out of his bed, but none of them are ever going to mean half as much to him as Alec does. Even if he does date again (which he's pretty sure he won't), they will be fleeting relationships, not worth or meaning much. He may fall in love again, but it'll be so dull and dark compared to this bright and exciting thing he has now.

(To be perfectly honest, he's not even sure he wants to live too long after Alec's gone. Just the thought of it is too much to bare.)

He really does deserve all this. This is for all that harmless and shameless flirting, for pushing his luck, for all those times he held Alec down and teased him until he was reduced to a trembling mass of 'oh please' and 'Magnus--' And he knows, somewhere in the back of his mind, that despite all of his self-control, he'll be reduced to the same, with pleads slipping past his teeth and Alec's name falling from his lips.

Alec's teeth on his jaw and his tight hold on his hip has him losing his resolve. His skin aches and stings where Alec is touching it, but it's the kind of pain that leaves him wanting more more more. A whine builds in his throat, needy and desperate to get out. He swallows it down, squeezing his eyes shut in pure frustration and desire. ]

That's not-- [ He's not sure if the rest of this sentence is 'fair' or 'what I meant', but either way, it doesn't get said, before if he keeps his mouth open for much longer he's bound to let a moan slip past.

Something eager and pleased skitters through his veins when he feels Alec's hand at his belt. Finally, they're getting somewhere. (And if he were thinking properly, which he isn't, he'd probably realize that this is too easy, and they really shouldn't be getting anywhere, because he hasn't done what Alec wants yet, but alas.) He pulls his head up from where it'd been resting against the door and watches Alec's work with bright, lust filled eyes. ]

i am so good at that. :D

[highwarlock]

[ Even if Alec never believes him, Magnus knows it as the truth. He believes whole heartedly that Alec has been put on this earth for him. Born in different centuries, but meant to find each other, one way or another, and wind up like this. (Well, not necessarily like this, with the raging jealousy triggering rough, dominating sex in the middle of one of his parties. But like this in the way that they're starcrossed lovers, the Shadowhunter and the Warlock.) So Alec may not understand, and Magnus may not expect him to, but that's how it is, that's how Magnus feels, and he knows it's not going to change.

Well, there's a reason he hasn't said anything about it to Alec. Nobody needs to have that kind of weight on their shoulders. It's too much to handle, he knows.

That's good, because Magnus is very much thoroughly distracted with Alec. He's sure a pack of pissed off werewolves could get into with the Night Children right in the other room, completely destroy his entire loft, and he still wouldn't fucking notice anything but Alec's hands on his skin, the bruises blossoming on his wrists and hips, and the unyielding need to be touched literally everywhere.

Everything is too light and fleeting for his tastes. Alec's lips, his touches, absolutely everything. Every part of him aches to be touched, aches for attention. He can feel his resolve slipping. He's so close to not caring for his pride or his stubborn nature. He just wants, plain and simple.

Then suddenly, nothing is light and fleeting. Alec's hips are pressed flushed against his, rocking into him, and he's getting a bright, dizzying kiss. It's enough to pull a surprised and pleased sound from deep in his throat, and all that magic that had been building in his fingers releases itself in the form of a hundred electric blue sparks.

If he was distracted before, then now the world could be burning around him and he wouldn't pay it any attention. Just like he doesn't pay the belt curling expertly around his wrists any attention. He doesn't even notice until Alec is pulling back with that infuriating smirk on his face. ]

What-- I-- [ He pulls fruitlessly at the bind on his wrists. ] God.