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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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[ 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.

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[ 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. ]

[ 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.

Edited 2013-05-09 01:44 (UTC)

the hate sex meme

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