I HATE YOU I LOVE YOU

"You're being replaced," said Merlin bluntly, fumbling with the puzzle cube.

"Go ahead." He said simply, pulling on a pair of boxers. "Do whatever you want."

He threw the cube at Hesekiel; it hit his back with a thud.

"You really don't give a shit about anything, do you? You disgust me--I feel dirty now, inside and out, just for having touched you."

"Do I look like I've ever cared?" He asked, turning to face Merlin. His face was, of course, completely devoid of emotion. "Go cry to someone else about your mistakes."

"No--you know what?! Get the fuck over here!" he shouted rashly.

He just stared at him.

"No."

"I said get over here!" he shouted again, standing up. "Don't make me drag you."

He didn't budge. Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Go. Ahead."

Merlin picked up his Rubik's cube, threw it at Hesekiel again, and began to pull him toward the bed.

Despite all his big talk, he hardly resisted.

"What are you doing?" He demanded.

"I'm going to ride you until you scream like a bitch," he replied bluntly.

And suddenly, resistance. Hesekiel shoved him away.

"No, what would make you think I would ever agree to that? Haven't you made enough mistakes for one day?"

"Oh, so you do care!!" he exclaimed, shoving Hesekiel onto the bed.

He glared at Merlin, snarling.

"What do you want from me?"

He rolled his eyes.

"I thought it was obvious--we're having sex."

He growled.

"No, not that. Beyond that. What after this? You have your fun and then what?"

He ran his hands through his hair.

"...I don't know--we continue like this, perhaps. It's the only way I can stand you, anyway."

"Then no." He replied simply. "Leave me alone."

"Like you can talk!" he spat defensively. "You slept with me for the hell of it, while I was drunk--I'm pretty sure that makes you a rapist!"

He didn't say anything on the subject.

"If you touch me, I'll kill you and release myself from the curse that's now binding me to you."

He raised an eyebrow.

"I refuse to believe you didn't enjoy it as much as I did, heartless moron though you may be."

To this, he had nothing to say. Mainly because it was the most Hesekiel had enjoyed himself ever. Even thinking about it made him want more.

But, no, he tried to push that out of his mind; it was pointless to think about now.

No, wait.

He looked over at Merlin.

"...you enjoyed it?"

"...I-I was drunk," he said, not denying it.

Hesekiel glared at him.

"Yes. Or. No." He hissed.

"...Yes," he said reluctantly, leaning against the bed. "...Look, do you want to do it or not?"