Hatefcck

Hatefcck What is one heartbroken genius to do in the city's most infamous club than to drink his sorrows away? (text-colour:magenta)[*This story includes adult themes such as public sex, dubious sex, m/tm sex and - of course - hatefucking. Transmasc parts are called 'cunt, clit, hole'. First scene is sex.] (text-colour:magenta)[*These characters are part of my created universe, their meeting is not canon but some scenes they mention are.] [[Start]]

//The moan in his throat escaped as he felt fingernails bite into his inner thigh. The man in front him looked up, grey eyes an unreadable expression. He couldn't be bother to put it into words because he was too occupied with the hands feeling him, touching him, at times a bit too tight for comfort. But he didn't care right now. He wanted this, felt both the need to release and to delay the pressure on the pit of his stomach.// (text-colour:#74c0fc)[//MAN “I know the kind of man you are, Salvatore.”//] //The man reached up, a hand splayed over Salvatore's clavicle, down to his chest, then gave a delicious squeeze of his left nipple.// (text-colour:#74c0fc)[//MAN “You’re the kind to easily fall in love with anyone who gives you the time of day.”//] //The man laughed, leaning over to scrape his teeth over Salvatore's other nipple. // (text-colour:#74c0fc)[//MAN “I’m gonna eat you out, play with you, make a total mess of you. So when you wake up tomorrow, you’ll be reminded of [[how empty you are]].”//]

//Earlier that day// (text-colour:#e1ac32)[Salvatore “I’m at the school to get some files, then I’m heading straight to Tish.”] Salvatore informed his secretary then ended the call with a ‘see you tomorrow’. He briskly walked towards his office, politely smiling and nodding at fellow professors and students he came by. until he reached his office. Only to find someone waiting there. (text-colour:#e1ac32)[Salvatore “Tish! What are you doing here?”] Tish was a tall woman with bright yellow hair, her outfit a black blazer and thigh high boots. Her fashion always a testament of her being the ring mistress. She smiled at him, moving away from the bookcase and sitting on the couch. (text-colour:#e5e047)[Tish “Circus season is coming to a close.”] (text-colour:#e1ac32)[Salvatore “You’ve mentioned, yes.”] (text-colour:#e5e047)[Tish “So the performers will be having sometime to recuperate and forgo any side ventures they have. This means the circus will be on pause. So that means [[no money]].”]

Salvatore paused. He’s born of privilege, so money was no matter to him. He had tenure as a university professor. He's got a house and a car and that’s all he really neaded. So he really had more money than he knew what to do with. (text-colour:#e1ac32)[Salvatore “If you need–”] Tish groaned. (text-colour:#e5e047)[Tish “Salvatore, you are a wonderful human being, I know you’d throw money my way even if I joked about it. You have a big heart. Tish “No, I just wanted to tell you as the circus’ biggest funder, that we will be halting operations, just for a bit. I don't want my performers to grow tired of performing.”] Salvatore nodded. (text-colour:#e1ac32)[Salvatore “[[Is that the reason you came by?]]”]

(text-colour:#e5e047)[Tish “Mm yes partly. There’s another thing.”] Salvatore observed Tish, how her stature and occupation influence how she held herself. Then her eyes, cunning, intelligent. A woman who had gone through many relationships and had only grown wiser then. Tish stood up and and pulled out a deck of cards from the pocket of her blazer. She tapped it against the hard wood of his desk and with a fluid swoop, she spread it front Salvatore. (text-colour:#e5e047)[Tish “I only do this for friends and people who need it.”] (text-colour:#e1ac32)[Salvatore “And which one am I?”] (text-colour:#e5e047)[Tish “Pick one.”] [[The Dagger]] [[The Huntress]] [[The Performer]]

//A tarot card of a scarred hand grabbing a curved dagger on a table.. It is not certain whether the hand just stabbed the dagger into the table or the opposite. The dagger has pierced through a few playing cards.// Tish craned her neck to look at the card, then winced. (text-colour:#e5e047)[Tish “Goddess above, why [[that card]]?”]

//A tarot card of someone aiming a crossbow. The woman is hidden behind a tree, behind her a large glaring wolf.// Tish craned her neck to look at the card, then winced. (text-colour:#e5e047)[Tish “Goddess above, why [[that card]]?”]

//A tarot card of a clown. The clown is silhouetted by a spotlight, welcoming the multitudinous audience with their arms wide open.// Tish craned her neck to look at the card, then winced. (text-colour:#e5e047)[Tish “Goddess above, why [[that card]]?”]

He suddenly felt defensive, because Tish’s tone sounded very accusatory. (text-colour:#e5e047)[Tish “Sorry, it's not you.”] (text-colour:#e1ac32)[Salvatore “Well, ring mistress, what does my fate say?”] (text-colour:#e5e047)[Tish “You are doing something as a way to hurt yourself, in the same time you are doing this to alleviate the pain. You are in the balance of where both directions does not bide well for you.”] (text-colour:#e1ac32)[Salvatore “That’s alarming. Is there someway out of this predicament?”] (text-colour:#e5e047)[Tish “I guess you just need to pick which pain means more to you.”] She kept the card, placing them back in her pocket. A frown on her pretty face. (text-colour:#e1ac32)[Salvatore “Thank you, Tish, even though it put me in a [[worse mood]].”]

(text-colour:#e5e047)[Tish “Honestly, sorry. But sometimes you need to hear the truth before your own brain starts messing with you.”] (text-colour:#e5e047)[Tish “Here, why don't you go out with some friends?”] Before he could admit to her he didn't have friends, she pulled out a card. This one was the size of a business card: pale blue with gold letterings. [[Club Crimmw.]]

(text-colour:#e1ac32)[Salvatore “Isn't this the club they say supervillains go to?”] Tish chuckled. Tish “Yes. And I know you work as a consultant for ONO, and no, I’m not sending you into a trap.” (text-colour:#e1ac32)[Salvatore “You sure?”] Tish nodded. (text-colour:#e5e047)[Tish “I’ll call you tomorrow morning. If I don't hear from you, I’ll take the elephants to flip the place upside down just to find you.”] That made him laugh. Tish may work as an entertainer. But she was never the one to joke, at least not with him. So he trusts her with this. Investing his money on her circus had been good, what was one small visit to an [[infamous club]]?

There was a sizable line in front of the club. A lot were not dressed for the night air. But he wasn't exactly one to judge as he didn't look like someone who was going to a club. Two butch bouncers in front would scan people's phones and an acrylic band, before taking the phones and depositing it in a box. (text-colour:#e1ac32)[Salvatore “This club is getting more dubious the more things I learn about it.”] He shows the bouncers the card, they nod and let him in. (text-colour:#b8a3a3)[Bouncer “Using a phone or any kind of device will automatically ban you from the club.”] She lets him in. (text-colour:#b8a3a3)[Bouncer "[[Enjoy yourself]].”]

Instead he showed her the card. (text-colour:#b67bdb)[Bartender “Oh. Okay, what do you want?”] (text-colour:#e1ac32)[Salvatore “You got anything smooth to drink?”] Bartender nodded. (text-colour:#b67bdb)[Bartender “Gimme a minute, yeah?”] She was gone before he could even have a chance to respond. Salvatore looked around the club. He observed the dance floor, where the crowd seemed to move in time with the beat of the music. Whoever the DJ was, they were great. Personally, not Salvatore's taste in music, but maybe get a bit more alcohol in him. (text-colour:#b67bdb)[Bartender “You look like the whiskey kind of guy.”] (text-colour:#e1ac32)[Salvatore “Thanks. Tell me, is there a celebration or something?”] The bartender didn't bother reacting to how outlandish [[his question was]].

He entered into a wide area that had a door that obviously led to the club proper. There was also a staircase-ramp leading to a second floor but there was a thick rope barring people from proceeding upstairs. The clubgoers who entered after him immediately went to the club, giddy to get dancing. He felt defeated by the sight of them. They looked excited, and here he was forcing himself to go to a club just because someone asked him to. Entering the club proper, he made his way to the bar and sat on a stool. There were two bartenders. One who looked a bit too corporate sans the apron they're wearing, red-tinted glasses, and a very stern look on their faces. They had glitter on their hair. The other bartender just opened two bottles of beer and handed them to some patrons and scanned their bracelet bands. This bartender was wearing something more suited for the club, sleeveless halter blouse and gold accessories, but it seemed that one wrong move could mean a wardrobe malfunction. She was the one who noticed Salvatore. As she approached him, she raised her hand and yelled, (text-colour:#b67bdb)[Bartender “[[Bracelet]]?”]

(text-colour:#b67bdb)[Bartender “It’s Leather Night. So don't be surprised to see harnesses and jockstraps.”] He chuckled. It wasn’t his kink, but he could appreciate. (text-colour:#e1ac32)[Salvatore “I’ll try not to drool.”] She nodded. He took a sip before he felt someone bumped on his shoulder. Then a pair of lips was grazing his neck when he could smell the sweetened alcohol on the stranger’s breath. (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Man “You look like you could lose a few clothes, pet.”] Salvatore turned to face the person, about to chidingly let them down. (text-colour:#e1ac32)[Salvatore “I’m just here to drink.”] Salvatore was about to down the rest of his drink when the man snatched the glass and emptied it. Then the man waved over the bartender and pointed at the glass, she promptly refilled it, and then pulled out another glass. This time pouring soda water and a dash of pink grenadine in the other glass. The man held eye contact with Salvatore as he grabbed the glass. //But the bartender quickly switched the glasses. Letting the man drink the soda water.// (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Man “Why don't you follow me to the [[VIP section]]?” ]

He winked at him, then pushed past the other clubgoers. (text-colour:#b67bdb)[Bartender “Must be your lucky day. The most popular man in the club has the hots for you. You should take the chance before he drinks all of my whiskey.”] Salvatore chuckled then took the glass of whiskey, drinking it and following the man. As he entered the VIP section, he had half a mind to turn around and leave the building. Even though the VIP section was just an elevated part of the club with booths for different patrons. Some people weren't just there socializing and drinking. A hand shot out and grabbed his, pulling him deeper into the VIP section. (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Man “Eyes on me, pet.”] In one of the booths, a woman was kissing her lover's neck, her hand inside the lover’s dress, a rhythm vibrating under the other dress. //Ohhhh.// Soon Salvatore was led up a narrow staircase and was pulled into what looks like a [[spacious office]].

(text-colour:#e1ac32)[Salvatore “I don't think whoever works here would appreciate us sullying their couch.”] (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Man “Who cares?”] The man helped Salvatore out of his jacket. Then out his shirt. The man hummed appreciatively at the various tattoos on his skin. Most of his one-night stands tend to get enraptured at the fact that he was inked, yet looked like a prim and proper person when wearing a suit. But from how this person was reacting, now straddling on top of his lap, didn't seem to be that surprised. He seems to be more concerned of how Salvatore may change his mind. (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Man “Door’s unlocked.”] (text-colour:#e1ac32)[Salvatore “Is that wise?”] (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Man “The door's unlocked for you.”] Salvatore chuckled, now feeling the buzz of alcohol. (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Man “I know the kind of man you are, [[Salvatore.]]”]

The man reached up, a hand splayed over his clavicle, tracing the outline of a flower branch, down to his pectoral, then gave a delicious squeeze of Salvatore's left nipple. (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Man “You’re the kind to easily fall in love with anyone who gives you the time of day.”] The man laughed, leaning over to scrape his teeth over Salvatore's other nipple. (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Man “I’m gonna eat you out, play with you, make a total mess of you. So when you wake up tomorrow, you’ll be reminded of how empty you are.”] (text-colour:#e1ac32)[Salvatore “How–”] (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Man “I know everyone who works for ONO.”] He sucked on the flesh just below Salvatore belly button, leaving a bite mark on it. (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Man “Every board director, down to every superhero, even to the janitorial staff.”] (text-colour:#e1ac32)[Salvatore “[[Are you a supervillain]]?”]

The man chuckled, kneeling down by Salvatore's knees and undoing his pants. (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Man “I’m not supered, no.”] Once he had taken off Salvatore's pants, he parted Salvatore's legs, marveling at the wet patch present on Salvatore's briefs. He licked his lips and pulled the briefs off. Salvatore moaned as he felt the cool air on his sex, he took a shuddering breath as the man licked his own lips and hungrily stared at Salvatore's cunt. (text-colour:#e1ac32)[Salvatore “What's your name?”] The man chuckled, sounding more like a scoff, deriding in a way. (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Man “Call me [[Waverly.]]”]

Waverly set himself on lapping Salvatore's cunt, tongue dipping into hot wet folds, fingers replacing tongue, fucking his saliva deeper into Salvatore's hole, until the man was a shaking mess. (text-colour:#e1ac32)[Salvatore “Gods.”] (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Waverly “I’m gonna fuck all your holes.”] Salatore couldn't help but plead, just keenly nod, surrender himself to this stranger who seems to know too much about him. (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Waverly “Ready to suck my cock, daddy?”] The nickname stirred something inside him. A clench in his heart, that made him want to chase being called that again. He nodded dazedly and watched as Waverly undid his incredibly short latex pleated skirt and dropped it on the floor, presenting the hardened outline of his cock in his latex undies. [[He pulled his cock free.]]

Waverly grabbed Salvatore's chin, and slapped his cock on the man’s face. Moaning softly when the head would brush on Salvatore's lips. (text-colour:#e1ac32)[Salvatore “Such a pretty cock.”] Waverly’s face for a split second contorted in contempt, but softened into a bright smile. He ran his gloved hand on Salvatore's hair, then yanked it, making the man gasp in pain, only taking the reaction to push his cock in the man’s mouth. Salvatore hummed as he closed his mouth around Waverly's shaft, hollowing his cheeks as he slowly bobbed his head along the length. Caressing the underside with his tongue, careful not to graze his teeth on the sensitive skin. Salvatore let his hands wander the man’s body, feeling up the spine, then down the dip above his butt. He let his nails bite the gloves of Waverly's ass, slapping the left cheek softly. Then trace down to his hole. He pulled back in surprise, looking up at him as his fingers felt the base of an anal plug. (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Waverly “Don't stop.”] Salvatore engulfed Waverly's shaft once more, one hand massaging his balls, the other pumping the plug in and out of his ass. Soon enough, Waverly was gasping, whining at the overwhelming sensations. Until he pulled Salvatore off of him and came just in time, [[painting the man’s face with white streaks]].

Waverly panted, gazing down at Salvatore, at his debauched face. (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Waverly “Look at you, marked with your enemy's spend. I could just take a picture and send it to ONO. No, to your boss, at the university. Destroy your reputation.”] Waverly used his thumb to collect a bit of his spend and wipe it between Salvatore's lax lips. (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Waverly “But you wouldn't care, would you? Their money is chump change to you.”] Salvatore opened his mouth, tongue out, tasting Waverly on his tongue. (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Waverly “Are you keeping count, daddy?”] He went to the side table and pulled the drawer open, retrieving a long pink double ended dildo and a bottle of lube. Waverly gestures to him to turn around as he lubes up both end of the dildo. Salvatore moves to brace himself, chest against the backrest, hands on the glass walls. Salvatore wondered if people below could look up and see his through the glass wall, because he could see them. He spied a couple, one was dancing in place, while the other was obviously cock deep inside the other. In the VIP section, the two women from earlier, the silver-haired woman was humping the other woman’s leg, while the other was drinking, scanning the crowd. (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Waverly “This goes up your front, while I fuck you from behind. Okay?”] The way he asked was too sweet, cutesy, as if he wasn't about to [[rearrange Salvatore's guts]] from both holes.

He then heard Waverly grunt, followed by the dull thump of the anal plug being thrown on to the couch. He looked behind him and watched in awe as Waverly’s face twisted in pleasure as he slowly fucked himself with the pink dildo. Soon enough he felt his ass being breached, it took a few seconds before Waverly's cock was sitting deep in him. Waverly’s chest heaving on his back. Soon enough, he could see Waverly's hand was massaging the entrance of his cunt, then slowly pushed the other end of the pink dildo into him. Salvatore hummed in pleasure, feeling stuffed in both holes. Waverly bit into his shoulder, enough to almost draw blood, then he pressed a kiss on it. (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Waverly “Ah, fuck, I should've just stuff both your holes and fuck your mouth instead.”] Salvatore almost said that Waverly could still do so, that was until his words failed him and instead a whine exited his lips. Waverly slowly thrust into him, one hand propping himself up by grabbing the backrest of the couch, the other hand massaging Salvatore's right pec tracing around the hardened bud and pulling it playfully. Soon enough Waverly was thrusting into him, short but powerful, both hands pinching Salvatore's nipples, at times [[rubbing his clit]].

(text-colour:#74c0fc)[Waverly “I should’ve just taken you to the VIP section. Let other people watch. Let them know you're in enemy territory.] He chuckled. (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Waverly “But you wouldn't care, would you, you just wanna feel another body beside yours.”] Waverly pressed his hand on the only visible scar on Salvatore's body. A thin line that had been deliberately burned, it was just a smooth etch of skin, whatever was there was no longer remembered. He chuckled into Salvatore's ear, quickening his actions. And when Salvatore came the second time, he shook in pleasure, then collapsed on the couch, tired from being emptied into. Falling asleep. (text-colour:#0e6acd)[Waverly whined, pulling the pink dildo out of him, then pulled out of Salvatore's ass, replacing his cock with the plug to keep his seed in the man’s ass.] (text-colour:#0e6acd)[Waverly soon stood up, put Salvatore's clothes back on. Taking the pink dildo and lube and placing them somewhere safe. He then went to the coat rack and wore a silk bathrobe. Sitting by the big desk, he pressed the intercom button on the phone and [[called the bouncers]].]

(text-colour:#0e6acd)[The bartender soon placed the phone back down on the receiver and gestured to the two bouncers who were at the bar taking a break. It was less than an hour before closing time, the rest of the clubgoers had been pushed out the building. The DJ had gone outside to vape.] (text-colour:#b67bdb)[Kila “Boss needs you to get a body. Disclaimer, it’s not for disposal. Slip him in his bed, make it look like this night never happened, boss’ orders, word for word.”] (text-colour:#0e6acd)[Soon enough the two bouncers had retrieved the man from upstairs, taking him through the personnel only door. Kila watched as the boss emerged from the VIP section, already back in his suit. Always immaculate as ever, not a trace of debauchery on his person.] (text-colour:#b67bdb)[Kila “[[Boss]].”]

(text-colour:#0e6acd)[The man heaved defeatedly as he draped himself over the bartop.] (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Boss “I just fucked my fiance’s ex, all the while I wanted to snap his neck.”] (text-colour:#0e6acd)[Kila raised a brow. She knew the Boss is as smart as anyone could get, and that came with the weird perks. She’s watched him negotiate two rival volatile supervillains in this club, even talked an ONO operative to be a double spy. Those all made sense. This one did not.] (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Boss “Whatever you say, I deserve whatever comes my way. The bad karma I just attracted and all that.”] (text-colour:#b67bdb)[Kila “Why him? Why not snap his neck?”] (text-colour:#0e6acd)[The boss smiled, grinning to himself, pleased, as if what she just said was a private joke.] (text-colour:#74c0fc)[Boss “Because I know my fiance will be waiting in Salvatore’s house, to make sure none of the memories from his markings emerge. I guess this will be a bit of a reverse trojan horse for him.”] (text-colour:#0e6acd)[End.] [[Menu]]