Warnings: M/M. As in male/male.
It wasn't love.
Ames knew that for sure. But then again, he had never experience love, so how could he possibly know? They never had any real conversation.
The freaks thought that his kind could not feel anything - no pain, no hunger not even sexual pleasure. But that was a misconception, for he wouldn't be waiting here if he couldn't feel the latter.
And as much as he hated himself for doing it, he couldn't help but smirk a happy smirk everytime he approached him, looking as self-centered as ever.
Bitch.
He walked over to him, slowly pulling his hands out of his pockets. Then, in a mere matter of seconds, he slammed him up against the wall and kissed him aggresively, his grip probably bruising. But there was no protest, only a sexual response that he could feel pressing against him.
He'd never been able to be this rough with his former partner. She'd been weak and frail, not at all unlike the one who he had underneath him right now. He could punch, slap and kick him, and he'd still take it all with that cocky smile of his.
But right now wasn't the time to be fighting.
It was time to enjoy this roughness, this thing that was for all the wrong reasons, yet so delicious.
His tie was first pulled taut by a strong hand, as though he was trying to choke him. Foolish idiot. He kicked him for that one, and the grip was released.
'Celibate as ever, aren't you?'
'Very witty,' he growled in a low tone, taking a step back and watching the freak for an instant. 'Undress.'
'You always let me do the hard work,' was his reply as he pulled off his trousers hastitly.
Ames very calmly undressed, making sure his clothes wouldn't be the ones to end up in a puddle of mud. 'On the floor.' He murmured.
He didn't move.
'On the floor!' He said, narrowing his eyes.
In return, he received an eyeroll. 'The wall is much cleaner, you know.'
He considered this for a moment and looked the wall over, noting the sandpaper effect it'd have. 'Up against the wall it is.'
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It wasn't love.
He repeated it inside of his head with each and every hard thrust.
It wasn't love. He was a mutant, a filthy little one at that. A freak.
'Go easy down there!'
And he felt pain.
Odd, how he was jealous of that now. This pounding sensation he was feeling was one Ames himself would never in his entire life feel. He knew it was supposed to feel good, the mixture of pain and pleasure.
Perhaps that was why he was so rough. He didn't want him to feel pleasure. He wanted him to only feel pain.
But this freak always gained something from it, otherwise he wouldn't keep on returning to him.
He did not make a single noise as he came inside this filthy thing. He pulled out with an expression of disgust, looking down into his face. Even though the wall had torn up his back partially, he still looked dazed with lust, the usual smirk back in place on his face.
Ames gritted his teeth audibly as he yanked up his trousers and buttoned up his shirt.
'Aren't we supposed to be having apost coital cigarette right now?'
'Don't push your luck, 494.' He growled as he left the abandoned parking lot.
It /definitely/ wasn't love.
Author's note: This is a polite request for those thinking of flaming this fic only for the fact that it contains M/M. Please, don't bother, for I know it is not everyone's cup of tea (or coffee, if you prefer). Add to that that there was a fair warning at the top.
Author's note 2: This was an idea that happened to come to me today. I have not written in this fandom for well over a year, and I think that this is a single return.
