The Big Damn List...is pretty when it's bruised.
Title: Dirty Cage
Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Booster/Beetle
Prompt: "Storm."
Word Count: 741
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Based on my " Songs To Write Bondage To" post.
"Control" by Puddle of Mudd. Scene-setting description: "Medium, steady, rough, nails digging in, wrestling to the floor and pinned down and not entirely healthy for either but too hot and raw to give up."
(Thank wonderfish for the lack of catfighting in this. Oh god, so much lame was purged.)
Beta by wonderfish.
Dirty Cage
Neither would be able to say, later, who threw the first punch. But both felt equally justified in pursuing the fight.
Ted lunged at him, hands scrabbling for Booster's neck. Booster went down, landing hard because he was too busy grappling to keep Ted from strangling him. Hissing out a breath, he snarled and managed to roll them over so he was holding Ted down by his wrists.
Pinned, Ted thrashed wildly. He strained up against Booster, trying to knock him off, loosen his grip, hurt him, anything. Then he lifted his head up and smashed his mouth against Booster's, biting the man's lip and tasting blood.
Booster turned his head and spat out bloody saliva, then lowered himself over Ted and kissed him back. It was a kiss in the sense that their mouths were connected, but in any other sense it was just an extension of their fight. Teeth featured prominently and nothing about it bore any resemblance to love or gentleness.
With a growl, Ted shoved up suddenly and managed to knock Booster off of him. Ted slung a leg over Booster's hips and sat on top of him, then grabbed the man's shirt with both hands and ripped it open. Short nails caught on skin, digging in and scratching dark red lines down Booster's chest. Taking note of the accidental damage, Ted grinned viciously.
Booster suddenly hated that grin. Deeply, viscerally hated it. Narrowing his eyes, he grabbed Ted's hair and pulled him down into another biting kiss, fighting the grin off and punishing it for ever existing.
"Dammit, damn you, da--Urg!" Ted groaned, rubbing against Booster seemingly against his own volition.
Booster couldn't even remember what the fight had started over, but he knew -- he knew -- that he was right and Ted was wrong and moreover had been a bastard. Grabbing Ted's hips, he thrust up roughly and smirked when Ted gasped. Then Ted punched his torso, fist slipping when Booster suddenly twisted and Ted ended up digging his nails in just to stay on top of him. There was a sharp sting where Ted scratched him and Booster was pretty sure the man had broken the skin that time. He landed a glancing blow on Ted's jaw, unable to put much force behind it from his position but enough to make Ted's head snap to the side.
Then they were rolling on the floor again, limbs swinging wildly and randomly. Fighting tooth and nail, and even pulling hair. They hurled insults when they weren't biting each other, each word sharp with the practiced viciousness of people who know each other well enough to know just where to hit.
Adrenaline and testosterone smashed against each other and bled endorphins.
Booster dug his fingers into Ted's back as the man bit at his shoulder, probably drawing blood but he could worry about that later because Ted had Booster's pants open and he wasn't being gentle but it still felt good.
Like the first punch, neither would be able to say who came first. It swarmed over them both, knocking the fight out of them and leaving them feeling raw and drained.
Booster ran a hand through his hair while Ted slumped to the side, back to him. He was sweaty and bleeding and he hurt. The afterglow was a joke, and a bad joke at that. He just felt empty.
"We shouldn't do this again," Ted muttered, not looking at him.
Ted always said that. He was probably right, but Booster knew they would do it again anyway. They always did.
Neither of them had ever been very good at doing what was good for them if the alternative looked better.
"Yeah, I'll remember that next time," Booster muttered back, sitting up and trying to straighten his ripped shirt.
At least one of the good things about being superheroes was that their teammates wouldn't ask about the bruises.
Listening to Ted straightening his own clothing, Booster swiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. He stared at the bloody smear on it and made a decision.
He was tired of pretending there wasn't anything more to their fights.
Either it would be different next time or there wouldn't be a next time.
Not bothering to mention his decision to Ted, Booster stood up and left. It didn't matter. Ted was smart, he would figure it out.
Hopefully before they got themselves killed.
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Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Booster/Beetle
Prompt: "Storm."
Word Count: 741
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Based on my " Songs To Write Bondage To" post.
"Control" by Puddle of Mudd. Scene-setting description: "Medium, steady, rough, nails digging in, wrestling to the floor and pinned down and not entirely healthy for either but too hot and raw to give up."
(Thank wonderfish for the lack of catfighting in this. Oh god, so much lame was purged.)
Beta by wonderfish.
Dirty Cage
Neither would be able to say, later, who threw the first punch. But both felt equally justified in pursuing the fight.
Ted lunged at him, hands scrabbling for Booster's neck. Booster went down, landing hard because he was too busy grappling to keep Ted from strangling him. Hissing out a breath, he snarled and managed to roll them over so he was holding Ted down by his wrists.
Pinned, Ted thrashed wildly. He strained up against Booster, trying to knock him off, loosen his grip, hurt him, anything. Then he lifted his head up and smashed his mouth against Booster's, biting the man's lip and tasting blood.
Booster turned his head and spat out bloody saliva, then lowered himself over Ted and kissed him back. It was a kiss in the sense that their mouths were connected, but in any other sense it was just an extension of their fight. Teeth featured prominently and nothing about it bore any resemblance to love or gentleness.
With a growl, Ted shoved up suddenly and managed to knock Booster off of him. Ted slung a leg over Booster's hips and sat on top of him, then grabbed the man's shirt with both hands and ripped it open. Short nails caught on skin, digging in and scratching dark red lines down Booster's chest. Taking note of the accidental damage, Ted grinned viciously.
Booster suddenly hated that grin. Deeply, viscerally hated it. Narrowing his eyes, he grabbed Ted's hair and pulled him down into another biting kiss, fighting the grin off and punishing it for ever existing.
"Dammit, damn you, da--Urg!" Ted groaned, rubbing against Booster seemingly against his own volition.
Booster couldn't even remember what the fight had started over, but he knew -- he knew -- that he was right and Ted was wrong and moreover had been a bastard. Grabbing Ted's hips, he thrust up roughly and smirked when Ted gasped. Then Ted punched his torso, fist slipping when Booster suddenly twisted and Ted ended up digging his nails in just to stay on top of him. There was a sharp sting where Ted scratched him and Booster was pretty sure the man had broken the skin that time. He landed a glancing blow on Ted's jaw, unable to put much force behind it from his position but enough to make Ted's head snap to the side.
Then they were rolling on the floor again, limbs swinging wildly and randomly. Fighting tooth and nail, and even pulling hair. They hurled insults when they weren't biting each other, each word sharp with the practiced viciousness of people who know each other well enough to know just where to hit.
Adrenaline and testosterone smashed against each other and bled endorphins.
Booster dug his fingers into Ted's back as the man bit at his shoulder, probably drawing blood but he could worry about that later because Ted had Booster's pants open and he wasn't being gentle but it still felt good.
Like the first punch, neither would be able to say who came first. It swarmed over them both, knocking the fight out of them and leaving them feeling raw and drained.
Booster ran a hand through his hair while Ted slumped to the side, back to him. He was sweaty and bleeding and he hurt. The afterglow was a joke, and a bad joke at that. He just felt empty.
"We shouldn't do this again," Ted muttered, not looking at him.
Ted always said that. He was probably right, but Booster knew they would do it again anyway. They always did.
Neither of them had ever been very good at doing what was good for them if the alternative looked better.
"Yeah, I'll remember that next time," Booster muttered back, sitting up and trying to straighten his ripped shirt.
At least one of the good things about being superheroes was that their teammates wouldn't ask about the bruises.
Listening to Ted straightening his own clothing, Booster swiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. He stared at the bloody smear on it and made a decision.
He was tired of pretending there wasn't anything more to their fights.
Either it would be different next time or there wouldn't be a next time.
Not bothering to mention his decision to Ted, Booster stood up and left. It didn't matter. Ted was smart, he would figure it out.
Hopefully before they got themselves killed.
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