It was one of those days when Newton would. Not. Shut. Up. Hermann spent most of the elevator trip wondering what in God's name would cease his incessant chattering. It would have to be something over the top. Something shocking. Something drastic. Something...sexual...

Hermann pretended they were in the elevator alone together, the elevator jammed for some reason (Newton's overload of kaiju remains no doubt slowly damaging the system), Newton still yammering on about his latest kaiju theory as they waited. He had reached shrill tones by now and didn't even stop for breath. Hermann imagined himself uncharacteristically fierce, violent. He took Newton by the shoulders as roughly as he possibly could, crushing the man's lips under his, ruthlessly forcing him to open wide, licking all along the inside of Newton's top lip in one slow glide, anger in the sound of his ragged breath.

"That was a pretty filthy kiss, Hermann," Newt said, completely breathless in Hermann's clutches, the man's cane pressing deep into his upper arm. Hermann was staring at him hungrily, his mouth half open, his teeth exposed. Newton had barely gotten the words out before Hermann was back on him with even greater force. He started to give in to Hermann's attack of lust. He moaned and gripped him back. Pressing all his weight into Newton, Hermann didn't stop even after he felt the man collide with a large tank full of kaiju remains. Newton grunted.

"Turn around," Hermann growled. He gripped him, digging his fingers in until he was sure it could hurt him.

"What are you gonna do?" Newton said, his browed creased with worry.

"Shut up and do as I say," snarled.

"Fuck," Newton whispered as he complied with Hermann's order. Hermann dropped his cane, grabbed Newton's wrists and pressed his hands flat against the elliptic cylinder so that he was bent over. Hermann gripped his hips and ground into him, making sure Newton could feel his now prominent bulge.

"Oh man," Newton sighed, eyelids fluttering half-shut. Hermann leaned forward, kissing the back of his neck.

"Do I have your permission to fuck you?" Hermann whispered roughly in his ear.

"Yeah," Newton breathed, a wisp of sound rather than a word. Hermann reached around to unzip Newton's tight jeans. Newton thunked his head onto the glass in front of him, his breath fogging up the glass. Soon his pants were down to his knees and Hermann reached into his jacket pocket to pull out a travel-sized bottle of lubricant. He applied it to his fingers, without bothering to warm it up, and began to massage his entrance.

"Ha," Newton chuckled nervously, "You're so well prepared you brought lube with you in case you wanted to hate-fuck me?"

"Be quiet, you insolent bastard." Hermann was far from gentle. He had one finger inside him quicker than he should have. Newton made a sound as if he was in pain.

"A little slower, Herms, please," Newton said desperately, his breath catching in a warning sort of way. Hermann lowered his speed slightly, though still forceful. And then, something hit him. He felt a sort of twinge...a feeling of not wanting to hurt him. He felt...caring. This only made him more angry. His mind-self started to add another digit. Newton moaned. Hermann twisted his fingers and Newton called out.

"Have I reached the correct spot?"

"You fuckin' know you did." After a minute or so of prodding and loosening, Hermann rolled on a condom, slicked himself with lube and lined himself up.

"C-can you touch me?" Newton was sounding rather pathetic by now.

"I'm the one in charge here," Hermann said deeply. He pushed his throbbing head in, a soft moan escaping his lips. He couldn't help but rub his hands up and down Newton's torso under his leather jacket. I must at least admit to myself that I've always fancied him in that leather jacket. He leaned forward, resting his body weight on Newt. The smell of the leather, damp from rain, seemed to hang about his face. He inhaled deeply before thrusting into Newton to the hilt. This produced strangled groans from them both. Hermann steadied himself before he started to grind, not wanting to pull out just yet. But then he realized that most of hate-sex (from what he had heard about it) was energy and violence, so he pulled out and plunged himself back in. Newton exhaled every time he did this, as if he was holding his breath and Hermann's thrusts were the only thing to release the air from his lungs.

"Please," Newton begged, "touch me."

"Again," Hermann whispered gruffly, licking behind his ear.

"Please." Hermann slipped out half way out and thrust back in. Then he reached for Newton's engorged member, the pre-cum slicking his finger tips. Hermann rucked his hips involuntarily and he was compelled to move faster. He leaned on Newton to take most of the weight of his legs and tried to pump him in time with his thrusts. Once, twice, the tank was pushed back toward the wall a couple inches. Newton tried to speak.

"Hermann," he puffed, "we're gonna damage the tank."

"You know as well as I do, that thing is stronger than both of us." Hermann panted. "Worried about your precious kaiju samples, are we?" he added with a ruthless thrust.

"Oh God, I..." Newton was having trouble speaking. He looked down to see Hermann's hand working him and almost laughed. "Lucky the elevator jammed to give us time for this."

"It's your damned specimens. There are too many. They're too heavy. You're...oh...wearing out this elevator."

"I'm d-disappointed," Newton said, shutting his eyes tightly, "I thought you were gonna swear at me again."

"I must have been dis-tracted." Hermann felt himself getting close but was determined to make Newton be the first to break. "Very well," he added, thrusting hard and quick with every word, "you irresponsible, slap-dash, ridiculous, stupid, bloody...bastard."

"Hermann, I'm, I'm gonna...gonna..." The feeling of Newton tightening and jerking before he spilt onto the floor in several bursts and calling out with pleasure was too much and he came about four seconds later, bucking frantically. Oh Newton.

"What are we gonna say about the mess?" Newton said, turning to the man who was draped over him. Hermann bit Newton's neck.

"We'll just say we had a little accident."...

The elevator came to a stop. So did Newton's talking. (At least, mostly.) Some of the loading crew helped them with the cart-loads and water tanks. After the specimens had been loaded into the lab, Newton turned to Hermann. Despite the incessant dialog, this was a day they were getting along.

"Well, I'm gonna go grab something to eat. You want anything, Hermann? Bagel? Coffee?"

"A coffee would be nice for a change, thank you Newton. And make sure..."

"Yeah, I know how you like it," Newton said, waving him off. "You guys ok with the rest of this stuff?" he added to the loading crew. When they assured him, he walked out of the lab, excited for a day's work on dead hunks of kaiju.

"Man, he is really hyperactive," one of the crew said, meaning it to be derogatory. Hermann was watching the door of the lab even though Newt had already gone and interpreted the person's remark in a more positive light.

"Yes, his energy is rather...intoxicating."

Yes, it certainly is intoxicating. He...is intoxicating. Newton is...Newton and I are suited to each other. Aside from his ridiculous behavior and ghastly habits, he really is...rather nice. This anger I have toward him isn't anger at all really. It's...I don't know what it is. The fantasy certainly wasn't fueled by anger. More like frustration. It could never be 'just sex' with this man; we're connected in too many other ways. He's not just a man, a person, a scientist. He's Newton.