Mr. Red

the thing that binds them brings them back together, regardless of how rotten their relationship gets. grant has seen his entrails spilled upon jason's own clothes and vice-versa, and yet here they are, unable to break free from whatever stupid fairytale decided to make this true.

then again, they both cheated death. maybe this is some sort of punishment, being paired together despite the fact they despise each other's guts. grant has no fucking clue.

he allows jason to breach his personal space, eyes on him with sharp focus. he sneers at the mention of insecurities, his hand coming to grab hood's wrist, the strength of it enough to hurt. "you want to get the bond to shut up, no shit. usually you aren't this desperate, though." usually, he means, they are bloodier about it. meaner. less talk and more violence, the ugliest parts of them out in the open. maybe there is something shifting between them or maybe this is just an one-off. grant wishes it didn't pique his interest.

"Fine. Fine! You want to know?! I'll tell you!" He says, "I don't need money to be offered or anywhere near me to be tempted by your stupid assumptive ass. I'm not hurting in anyway. I make more than enough and then some as a villain. If you want me, just say it, instead of coming up with some random bullshit. Because I don't want you to look down on me. I fucking hate when people look down on me no matter the reason. I don't care. I hate it. And if you ever thought of me that way, if you ever thought for a second I was beneath you or some shit, I'd rather you just say it straight to my face because I'm not going to waste my time on someone who doesn't see me as their equal. Especially, some guy," he stared right at Jason, "whose thoughts and opinions of me, matter to me more than I care to admit."

Thad lets out and then he lets out a sigh, that anger and frustration he felt from before subsided with his words, though a look of annoyance was clear on his face. He hated being honest and open about how he felt because it meant being vulnerable. "If there's anything I hate more than being looked down upon, it's being made a fool by someone who matters to me." Not again. Never again. Thad wouldn't allow it.

Accepting || Different Ways to Kiss Someone @dreadofred

The kiss is sudden in the space of the dark. Unexpected, but not unpleasant or unwanted as Thad can't help but chase after those lips for a second longer before they leave him in a rush as Jason slips by him in the dark.

"Well, damn." Thad muttered beneath his breath as he touched his lips and felt the lingering trace of the kiss upon them. Affection like this, so sudden with no rhyme or reason, was something he wasn't used to, but as a smile rose and carved their way onto those lips, he realized that he liked this kind of thing.

IT'S TRUE, he normally wouldn't have let anyone get this close. but the bond between them has a way of making him weaker than he wants to be around jason, like he yearns for the damned hood's touch despite his rational brain knowing letting the vigilante close is a bad, bad idea. soulmate or not, they are at fundamental odds: jason lives to put down dogs like him.

he grabs at jason's wrist, the desire to snap it, break it, pull away from him so he could contest his so-called need to leash him. instead, he chooses a far worse move. he laughs, still holding at his wrist, pulling jason closer, eyes green-tinged by his own brand of lazarus dosing.

The man had pissed him off countless times enough to murder him, be murdered by him, and yet here they were again and again. Both were always reset, Jason was starting to understand one of two things. Something fucked up and they were both immortal now, or something was preventing them from killing one another. This far, he was too stubborn to test it out with anyone else. 

What the he did not expect was that laugh, one that made his cock twitch in those pants because it was such a rare fucking sound from this man’s mouth. Then memories of others and that pain threatened to take over his nervous system if he did not obey it more than Grant. Going closer, eyes with the same affinity stared into each other. 

“Is that so?” Wrist is pushed aside and distance taken, but Jason came here for a reason. This bond or what ever the fuck it was, had a timer between them both. They got relief for so many days before the pain began to grow and Jason could feel his under those muscles. Stepping closer, he invades the other’s space again, risking a fist to the face or worse, another death. “That is what I am here for. The only thing I am here for because I am not going to suffer due to your fucking insecurities.” Jason might not be throwing labels around, but he sure as fuck wasn't homophobic.

───────  ·  ·     ⨟ Head tips up as he feels Jason's hand cradle jaw -- but he wasn't expecting for Jason to spit in his mouth and and makes him jolt back in surprise for a second before mouth is consumed by kiss that he just melts into without second thought. Body leaning forward into it as he reciprocated hungry kiss. His own hands gripping at Jason's sides to bring him in closer to himself.

It was not the first time he had done it as a way to show how eager Roman was for him, but periods between so that the surprise was always there. It worked, his lover getting more excited and eager for his affections. He heard Roman had behaved himself in his club despite some issues coming up and that the crew handled it quickly. All that hard work is paying off now so that maybe, they would survive a few nights when the cleanse came.

“I know that’s what you want. You never get enough of me.” There was no cockiness in his voice, just a calm truth that both of them knew. The muzzle was on that coffee table before the couch that he was currenting leaning over, palm digging into the back of it for balance while looming over Roman. Their apartment was silent; no music booming downstairs, no chance that they would be bombed or any surprise visitors. It had been a good idea to get another in a fake name somewhere people did not think Roman would go. Safer. 

Remy didn’t flinch at the barrel aimed his way — just let the charged warmth fade from his fingers and rested the staff across his shoulders like he had all the time in the world. “If I wanted you dead, homme,” he said with a soft Cajun drawl, “I wouldn’t have thrown somethin’ dat just knocks a man on his ass.” He nodded toward the groaning attacker still sprawled where the charged card had dropped him. “Trust me, Gambit’s got worse tricks dan dat.”

He stepped out of the smoke drifting low across the concrete, giving Red Hood a wide enough berth to keep things respectful while Hood rummaged bodies with the same unshakable efficiency he fought with. “Ain’t savin’ you outta the goodness of my heart,” Remy went on. “Just didn’t feel like watchin’ good footwork get overrun by a buncha street-level idiots lookin’ for braggin’ rights.”

His gaze swept over the alley — bodies, debris, the lingering pop of ozone — then settled back on Hood, steady but not hostile. “So,” Remy added, voice low and even, “you wanna keep pointin’ dat gun at me, or we gonna talk like two men who just saved each other a whole lotta trouble?”

Jason grunted under the red muzzle, making a whirl of sounds mingle in that one gesture. White lenses narrowed as he zoomed in to the other’s fingerless gloved hands then back out, analyzing what he could record and would play back later on. The gun was disarmed after those options were given and shoved back into the holster of his thighs. Fingers quick in snapping the leather strap over those handles to keep them secure when Jason moved around a lot despite his size. 

“An admirer. That’d be the first.” 

"I'm putting words in your mouth?!" He says taking a step toward Jason, "You're the one who literally said to me, 'We all know you don't have any money.' You're the one who made it seem like I'm some broke and desperate loser." He pointed, jabbing his finger at Jason's chest.

If Thad hadn't been so angry in this moment, a part of him as his jaw clenched tight and his fists clenched even tighter by his sides, might have realized that he was angry because he cared about what Jason thought of him. He, who had been trying so hard to shake off every insulting word flung his way since his youth, cared more about Jason's words than he did anyone else's.

In fact, he cared a damn lot.

But that misunderstanding of Thad's, that Jason thought he was broke and that in turn he might have looked down upon, that he thought he was pathetic or desperate or something of that nature consumed him.

His thoughts were misplaced onto Jason, but the idea just fucking stung.

Thad let out a groan and raked a hand through his own hair with frustration as his mind went over and over that moment again and again, cooling down if only for a second amidst his frustration, "We could have had a fucking fun time, but you just had to bring that up like it was the truth."

Jason’s face twisted in a snarl as he was jabbed and the ‘hidden’ insult that he had no intentions of, was revealed. Fuck this shit, he didn’t need it. Didn’t want it. Yet his boots were not moving and he had yet to turn around. Anyone else, he might have been gone already, but Thad… Jason wasn’t sure what the difference was. Maybe he saw pieces of his mentality in the other or fuck… maybe Jason knew he was a piece of shit and Thad would not hold that against him. Some days, he claimed he deserves to be loved, others he feared how toxic it could make him or someone else due to his fuck ups. 

“Is it the fucking true?” He asked, engaging instead of stomping away. That was something at least. “Cause I am realizing, we don’t know that a lot about each other. Maybe what we want to show or fuck, have been caught showing. But not the small shit so lay my ass out. Tell me what I don’t know so I can stop being a fuckwad and assuming.” Make him verbally shove it up his ass, as it were.