Hate Sex

Elias and Marcus had hated each other since the day they met.

They were rival CEOs of two competing tech companies. Every meeting turned into a battlefield. Every negotiation was a war. They insulted each other in boardrooms, leaked information to the press, and did everything in their power to destroy each other.

And yet, somehow, they kept ending up in bed together.

It started after a particularly vicious merger negotiation. They had argued for hours, thrown insults, and nearly come to blows. Then, somehow, they ended up in Marcus’s hotel room, tearing each other’s clothes off.

They didn’t speak. They just fucked — rough, angry, and desperate.

It became a pattern.

Every time they had a major business clash, they ended up fucking. Sometimes in offices. Sometimes in cars. Sometimes in hotel rooms after conferences. It was always the same — rough, angry sex full of biting and insults.

“You’re such a fucking asshole,” Elias gasped as Marcus slammed into him from behind.

Marcus grabbed his hair and yanked his head back.

“And you’re a manipulative little shit,” he growled, fucking Elias harder. “But you still come crawling back every time.”

Elias moaned, pushing back against Marcus’s thrusts.

“Fuck you.”

Marcus laughed darkly and slapped Elias’s ass hard.

“You already are.”

He reached around and stroked Elias’s cock roughly. Elias came with a broken cry, cum spilling over Marcus’s hand. Marcus followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling Elias with thick ropes of cum.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing hard.

Marcus eventually pulled out and turned Elias around. He grabbed his chin and forced him to look at him.

“This doesn’t change anything,” Marcus said. “I still hate you.”

Elias smiled, small and sharp.

“I hate you more.”

Marcus kissed him — rough and biting.

Then he pulled back and smirked.

“Same time next week?”

Elias didn’t even hesitate.

“Fuck you.”

Marcus’s smirk widened.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”