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Title: The Perfect Crime
Pairing: Mark Webber/Sebastian Vettel

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is made up and done for the purpose of entertainment, not profit
Warnings: swearing, sex, violence, Mark Webber being kind of an asshole (this is a legit warning, right? Because if it's not, I think it should be) and potential consent issues
Summary: Mark had never been this angry
A/N: After watching zero Formula 1, the events of the Malaysian Grand Prix drew me in- I wanted to read angry sex, but I ended up writing it instead. I hope I didn't screw up too badly
Word count: 3249


“Since when do you smoke?”

Mark didn’t have to look up to know that it was Seb who had spoken. He glanced at the cigarette dangling between his fingers- he couldn’t even remember where he’d gotten it from or why he’d picked it up, but it seemed like the right thing to do. He stubbed the cigarette out on the table and flicked the end onto the floor.

“Since when do you care?”

“Mark.”

“Back off.”

“Ma…”


Mark stood up before Seb had the chance to finish. He stepped right up to Seb, towering over him as much as he could.

“I said ‘back off’.” Mark didn’t know if he’d pushed Seb out of the way or if he’d just banged into him on the way past- either way, there had definitely been quite rough contact. He started hurrying towards his trailer, getting angrier with every step- earlier, he’d been able to push it to the back of his mind, but seeing Seb had brought everything rushing forward again and he was forced to relive every single second of what happened. He didn’t know how he managed to get to the trailer- probably instinct because he definitely hadn’t been paying attention. He wrenched the door open, probably pulling it right off its hinges, not that he’d stopped to look, and stormed inside. He picked up the first thing he came to and threw it across the room. He kicked the floor and the wall and the table, just for good measure. He clenched his fists and growled. He didn’t realise for nearly a minute that Seb had followed him and was standing back by the door. “What do you want?”

“To apologise.”

Mark laughed.

“Bullshit. You don’t know how to apologise and you wouldn’t, not for winning.”

Seb waited a minute, maybe two, maybe five, before walking forward and reaching out towards Mark.

When Mark felt Seb’s hand on his arm, he felt like a thousand thoughts flew through his head but it was only a split second later that he’d spun around and punched Seb in the face. He was shocked for a second, more from the speed of it all than anything else, and then his anger was flooding back. He looked at his hand, unsure of whether that blood was from splitting his own knuckles open or whether it was from Seb’s face. He turned to the side and looked at Seb.

Seb had stumbled a little when Mark punched him and hadn’t been able to regain his balance so he was kneeling down on the floor.

Mark stared down at Seb, clenching his fists again, for the way that Seb was just staring at him.

Seb moved only to wipe his mouth and nose with the back of his hand, barely noticing the trail of blood it left.

“Get up.” Mark grabbed hold of Seb’s shoulders and pulled Seb to his feet. He dug his fingers into Seb’s shoulders and pulled Seb towards him. “What do you want?”

“I’m sor…”

“Liar.” Mark pushed Seb against the wall. “What do you want?”

Seb blinked and then just stared at Mark.

Mark bared his teeth and pressed himself forward, his face centimetres from Seb’s face.

“What do you want?”

Seb willed himself to stay quiet.

Mark banged Seb against the wall.

“Is it this?” Mark freed one hand and ran it up Seb’s thigh, earning a muted moan. “Isn’t it always? Like a good fuck’s gonna make up for it.” He pushed Seb away and stepped back. “You’re a whore.”

Seb’s eyes widened slightly and he stared at Mark. He had expected shouting and anger and difficulty, but he had never expected… that. He had never thought Mark could be that harsh with him.

“Do you have any idea…” Mark shook his head. “Do you even care?”

“Mark, I…”

“Fuck you.” Mark pushed Seb back into the wall.

Seb grunted from the pain, but didn’t show any other reaction.

Mark dug his fingers into Seb’s shoulders and leant in.

“Are you even capable of thinking of someone apart from yourself?”

“Mark, please.”

“Now, you’re begging. God, you’re shameless.” Mark shook his head. “You think you get everything, don’t you?”

Seb bit on his lower lip.

Mark leaned in closer.

“This isn’t about you. I don’t care what you want. I don’t care what will make you feel better.”

Seb closed his eyes and turned his head slightly. He hesitated for a few seconds before opening his eyes and looking at Mark.

“But I want to make you feel better.”

Mark laughed again.

“You don’t get to do that.” Mark bared his teeth for a second. “I am the person who’s gonna make me feel better.”

“I…”

“What? What?!”

“I’ll go.”

Mark inched forward and shook his head.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

A part of Seb wanted to run, but he didn’t dare move for fear of what would happen, on top of honestly wanting to be here and help make Mark feel better.

Mark pulled Seb in for a rough kiss.

Seb was breathless a moment later when Mark pulled away from him. He thought, for a second, that it would all be over, but that thought was quickly gone.

Mark stopped for a second and stared at Seb. He wanted Seb to fight because the way Seb was just standing there was really starting to piss him off. He pushed Seb back against the wall and used his knee to force Seb’s legs apart.

Seb bit on his lower lip to stop himself from moaning at the welcome pressure against his cock; he wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this, but he couldn’t stop a little sound from escaping his lips anyway- it was something about Mark touching him or even just being so close to him.

“Shut up.” Mark pressed his teeth into Seb’s neck for good measure. He dragged his teeth along Seb’s collarbone, stopping to suck at the hollow at the base of Seb’s throat.

Seb wanted to push Mark away or shift him slightly to gain some kind of friction, but every time he tried, Mark pinned him back into place.

Mark bit on Seb’s earlobe.

“Don’t you dare.”

Seb started wriggling again- being pressed so tightly into the wall was beginning to hurt.

Mark stepped back.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Mark stepped in. He clenched his fists, but managed to stop himself from hitting Seb again. He leaned forward slightly. “I hate you for it.”

Seb opened his mouth to argue, but he didn’t get the chance.

Mark yanked Seb back towards him.

Seb stumbled into Mark with such force that his teeth cut his lip and he bangs his nose almost exactly where Mark punched him before.

Mark kissed Seb again. A small part of him wants to laugh when he tastes Seb’s blood, but the voice in the back of his head was telling him to stop and it kept getting louder. He ignored the voice again and pull Seb back towards him.

Seb was too busy trying to work through the pain that he barely noticed Mark’s hands were on his skin until Mark was scratching his back.

Mark growled- this wasn’t helping, but he couldn’t turn back now. He dragged his hands up Seb’s back.

Seb knew for sure then that this was going to last, that Mark was far from over being angry, and that he wouldn’t be able to make this go away by letting Mark punch him a few times. He was resigned and half-way to taking off his own shirt before Mark stopped him.

“No.” Mark stepped back and pushed Seb’s hands away. “You don’t get to do that.”

Seb opened his mouth to ask what Mark wanted him to do, but decided against saying anything and closed his mouth again.

Mark grabbed Seb by his shirt and pulled him forward.

Seb’s eyes widened- he was at least half-expecting Mark to hit him again.

Mark started pulling Seb towards the bedroom. He shouldered the door open. He pushed Seb towards the bed and kicked the door shut behind him.

Seb regained his balance enough to be able to fall into a sitting position on the bed instead of dropping to the floor. He put his hands on either side of him on the bed and tried to take deep breaths.

Mark stood back by the door, staring at Seb for several seconds before striding forward and pushing Seb back down onto the bed.

Seb blinked a few times and looked up at Mark.

Mark was about to climb on top of Seb when he stopped himself.

For a second, Seb thought Mark was going to stop, to turn back before this all went too far.

“Turn over- I don’t even want to look at you.”

‘Then let me go,’ Seb wanted to say, but instead he stared at Mark for as long as he dared before turning over to lie on his stomach.

Mark thought the anger would stop, but it kept going, kept growing, despite the fact that Seb was doing everything he asked. Why then? Why couldn’t Seb listen earlier? He clenched his fists and growled lightly. He climbed on the bed, kneeling with his legs either side of Seb’s hips. He threaded his fingers through Seb’s hair and pulled Seb’s head up.

“I want you to feel it all.”

Seb groaned when his head dropped back onto the pillow. He quickly turned his head to the side before Mark had a chance to press his head into the pillow, cutting off vital air supply (he was having a hard time contemplating that thought even crossing his mind, let alone that he was seriously considering it).

Mark leant over and opened his mouth, but he couldn’t think of anything he hadn’t already said. He pulled back and stared down at Seb. He pushed Seb’s t-shirt up, enjoying seeing the scratches he’d left on Seb’s back a few minutes ago.

Seb tried to push himself up, but Mark pushed him back down again.

“Don’t move.”

Seb muttered some kind of agreement and settled back onto the bed.

Mark traced the scratches on Seb’s back, digging his fingers in along the way for good measure.

Seb bit on his lower lip- the pain wasn’t too bad, but he didn’t want to make any kind of pained sound and risk Mark hurting him further.

Mark shifted back and ran his hands over the waistband of Seb’s pants before pushing his hands inside.

Seb couldn’t stop the moan escaping his lips when he feels Mark’s fingers digging into his ass.

“You’re fucking shameless.”

Seb swore he’d be blushing if it wasn’t for the fact that his blood was all rapidly rushing towards his cock. He hated himself for getting even a little turned on by this rough, painful thing, but apparently it was still some kind of automatic response to Mark.

Mark struggled a little trying to unfasten Seb’s pants, but he managed it eventually.

Seb lifted his hips as much as he could so that Mark could push his pants down. He kicked his legs a little too, hoping to help with the process. He opened his mouth to ask whether it had helped, but all words died in his throat when Mark pushed a finger inside him. He couldn’t ignore the burning, but tried to breathe through it and soon it didn’t hurt so much. He didn’t have much time to grow accustomed to that feeling before Mark was pushing another finger in. He couldn’t stop himself from crying out this time.

“Shut up.” Mark growled. He had his free hand clenched into a fist before he even realised what was happening. He took a deep breath, but quickly shook it all away- he couldn’t think too much or it would all fall apart. He fumbled a little trying to unfasten his own pants because he was trying to focus on that, on what he was doing to Seb and on trying to not let the anger overwhelm him. He got his pants unfastened eventually and pushed them down a little bit more roughly than he intended, scratching his hip in the process, not that it really mattered to him. He pushed his pants down enough and then wrapped his free hand around his cock, pulling a few times, before returning his attention to Seb. He didn’t think too much, he couldn’t, before pushing a third finger into Seb.

“Mark.”

“Shut up.”

“It hurts.”

“I don’t care.”

“Mark.” Seb looked up at Mark. “Please.”

“I said ‘shut up’.” Mark didn’t know if Seb had listened to him- he was inclined to think not, especially after today- because he was trying to block everything out. He twisted his fingers a few times, barely noting that Seb was even making sounds let alone what they were, which was as much preparation as he cared for.

Seb was trying so hard on not falling apart, on not screaming out until everything stopped, that he didn’t notice right away that Mark’s fingers were gone. He had the briefest second of relief, where everything was fine and nothing hurt, before it all came rushing back.

Mark was still trying not to think, still trying to push every sensible part of his mind to the back, still trying to push his frustration out the only way he could think of. He could barely handle it, but he hated that voice in the back of his head screaming at him to ‘stop’, to be the nice guy again, to not do anything wrong; he hated it so much that he ignored its warnings, glared at its stupid face until he pushed all the way into Seb and his vision whited out for a second.

Seb couldn’t stop his screams this time, couldn’t stop the tears prickling in his eyes, couldn’t turn back, couldn’t bring himself to run from this pain when Mark was stuck with his own because of what he’d done. He had to stay, had to go through all of this, until Mark was done being angry and they could be… they could be them again.

Mark leant forward, moaning softly at the almost pained groans that Seb is emitting. He presses himself right on top of Seb so that he can whisper in Seb’s ear.

“Do you feel that?” Mark pulled slowly out before thrusting roughly back into Seb. “Everything?”

“Yes.” Seb managed to gulp in a breath before Mark is pounding into him again. He threw his head back and called out louder than he thought he could. “Please.”

“Shut up.” Mark pulled back and pushed Seb’s head down. “I don’t care what you have to say. I don’t wanna hear it. I just want you to feel this.” He pulled out and thrust in again. “All of it.” And again. “Everything.” And again. “Do you get it now?”

“Yes.” Seb arched his back.

“No.” Mark pushed Seb back down. He moved his hands to Mark’s hips so he could pull Seb in to match his thrusts. “You don’t know.”

“Mark, please.”

“Stop?” Mark felt his control really beginning to slip. “Care?” His thrusts were becoming more erratic and rougher at the same time. “Like you did?” He dug his fingers into Seb’s hips and tried to hold on- he wasn’t done yet. “No.”

Seb opened his mouth to call out again, but he couldn’t form words- he could barely even breathe.

“I hate you for it. I hate you.” Mark was muttering those sentiments or at least attempting to when he felt his orgasm building a few minutes later. He dug his fingers into Seb’s hips again and pressed himself forward, giving what was left of his energy to one last hard thrust. He didn’t know if he was falling forward after his orgasm hit or whether he’d already been leaning forward anyway- not that he really cared in the end. He felt the briefest moment of calm, of total release, when come was still spurting from him, but when the last wave of his orgasm had finally rolled over him, he collapsed onto the bed, half on top of Seb. He didn’t feel better, didn’t feel much of anything in fact. He shifted himself off Seb, moving across the bed as far as he could manage. He curled up on his side and squeezed his eyes shut. He tried to block out everything, though his focus was far gone and everything was bleeding through, not least of all the panting he can hear from just behind him.

Seb hated himself a little for this, for still being so hard, for still wanting to do something about it, for the tiny little part of him in the back of his mind that was wishing it was Mark’s hand wrapped around his cock. He didn’t need much longer; after everything, he was surprised he needed any time at all- when he’d finally moved onto his side, his cock was so red and swollen he thought a mere look would finish him. He wiped his hand on the sheet and then just led there. What did he do now? Did he say something? Did he pretend nothing happened? Did he leave? Did he stay?

Mark tried to will himself to sleep, but it didn’t work. He just led there, his mind in overdrive.

Eventually, Seb turned over. He stared at Mark for at least five minute before slowly reaching out and putting a hand on Mark’s shoulder.

Mark couldn’t stop himself from shuddering when he felt Seb’s hand on his shoulder. He couldn’t pretend now, he couldn’t ignore it.

“Mark.”

“No.” Mark huddled into himself as much as he could. “Just no.”

--

Mark woke up the next morning with blood on his sheets and a perfect memory of the night before. He stared at the blood. Was it from Seb’s nose (he’s still surprised that he even managed to do that) or was it from… somewhere else? He couldn’t be sure- he hadn’t taken the time to look last night- and he can barely bring himself to think about it. He dragged his pants back up and climbed out of bed. He pulled the duvet over the bed so he wouldn’t have to see the blood (he made a note to change them as soon as possible before anyone else noticed). He walked out of the bedroom, ignoring the door to the bathroom in favour of finding out the source of the noise from the living area. He stopped and stared, being completely surprised to see Seb lounging on the sofa, watching television.

Seb looked up at Mark. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, but couldn’t think of anything to say.

“What are you doing here?” Mark folded his arms across his chest. “Well?”

“I’m s…”

“Bullshit.” Mark pointed towards the door, not taking a second to consider how angry he still was, how badly he’d hurt Seb last night and how it hadn’t changed one single thing. “Go.”

“Mark please.” Seb stood up, wincing as he did so- everything was still hurting. “I want to make it right.”

“No, you want me to tell you that it’s okay, that it doesn’t matter, that I forgive you.” Mark shook his head. “It’s not okay, it all still hurts and… You know what? Fuck you. You don’t get forgiveness. You don’t deserve it.”
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