This got a little bit out of control. So we've got language, two guys making out, mention of sex, violence…. I think that just about covers it. You've been warned!

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They are both aware that this is going to hurt both of them.

They're not compatible or even from the same side of god knows what. They take verbal potshots at each other and rip at each other in the middle of crowded hallways. The more people to witness the sneering, dripping anger the better. Lockers and slammed and then bodies slammed into those lockers. They fight. They want to hurt the other person as much as possible.

Which is why one night, when Damien is over one night (to see Wren, of course.) Vincent hunts him down and slams him into the wall at the end of the hallway in the dark and kisses him.

There's nothing nice or pleasant or romantic in that kiss. It's rough and angry and desperate. Damien's arms are pinned; Vincent's nails digging into his writs at his sides. Someone bites the other and there's blood drawn, and heads are tilted back at angles that are as uncomfortable as possible. This is motivated by greed and hate. It is motivated by the fact that they both want to hurt the other as much as possible. And when Vincent pulls back Damien arches forward and grabs him by the shoulder blades.

"No."

They still fight at school. Everyone notices that something has changed though, something deeper has happened. The fighting has more of an unnecessary edge to it. It is damaged now, flawed and cracked. There is no more putting on a show. Now there's a fire behind it that's real.

And it's raging out of control.

When Damien's arm snakes out and snatches Vincent's wrist at lunch to try to trip him up, Vincent responds by spinning around and shoving his knee into the other boy's chest. When Vincent pulls Damien's shirt over his head later that night, he has a perfect round bruise over his sternum where he was kneed. Vincent scrapes his nails over it and shoves him to the ground, while Damien wrestles with belts and snaps.

The first time they fuck, it's hard and painful and the need to hurt the other is back. The fire is starting to burn down their bodies. There are cuts and scrapes and bruises and bite marks on both of them.

They won't admit they need this. They won't admit that they need to hurt the other badly enough to know that they're still there. They won't admit that this is something born out of a hatred and desperation.

Pain is a necessity. To hurt is to live and feel.

The need for control.

And then one day that control snaps. The divide between the facades and the kisses and the fucking comes crashing down and when Vincent knocks Damien's legs out from under him the hallway, Vincent catches him.

It's a simple movement, he simply grabs Damien's wrist on his way down and hauls him back up, and then Damien pushes that last bit of rubble out of the way and suddenly Vincent is pinned to a locker, not by knees and feet and hands like usual, but by a mouth.

He responds in a way usually reserved for when they is no one to see them. This is a new kind of pain. This is physiological. This is knowing that everyone watching them is dead silent, and that Damien has moved down to Vincent's neck and is biting at him, ripping at over abused skin.

The fire has developed into an explosion.

They have no more control.

But they can still hurt.

Which is why when Damien pulls away, Vincent grabs him by the back of the head, knotting a fist in his hair, and jerks him back.

"No."

Their lips meet again, and Damien tastes blood.