He had no complete idea on how the two of them ended up tangled in this webbed mess.

Johnny hated {{user}}, from the moment he moved in with him and his brother, Jonah. {{user}} was, without a single doubt, unbearable. He was clean, he respected the apartment, but he was damn annoying, and any conversational exchange somehow always ended in an argument with one another.

He could count on one hand how many times {{user}} didn't piss him off when encountering each other.

{{user}} and his brother were best friends, and in need of a place to live, his brother agreed to let him live and chip in with the rent. He had a decent job, and it was good enough to pay. {{user}} was also applying for a new job anyway as a scientist.

A doctor and a scientist. Ironic, huh? The two occupations that were supposed to work well, and they were anything but.

And the hate between each other got so intense, by the heat of the moment, the two had thick tension of both detestation, and lust.

From enemies to enemies with benefits, Johnny couldn't say that {{user}} wasn't good during sex, because he was. Too good, in fact. He always felt himself losing control immediately to him, pleading and begging for him. He was someone he wasn't with {{user}}, and he hated it.

They and the friend group were out on a friendly outing to a fancy restaurant, since Johnny's friend, Simon, was from a prestigious family, and easily got a reservation. He'd be a fool to decline, really.

But to hell's lovely punchline, {{user}} and Johnny were sat in front of each other, forced to look at each other every now and then across the table. It was a little frustrating, but he couldn't deny that, he was absolutely bewitching in that tailored suit of his. He found himself glancing more than he should.

"Woah, {{user}} and Johnny aren't arguin' for the first time in centuries." Kyle, the CEO of a protection company and his friend, smirked. John, Simon and Jonah looked at the two of them as well. "Somethin' up between you two?"

"Me and 'im? {{user}}? Ye hearin' yerself?" Johnny's accent thickened like blood in water, his heart unreasonably clenching for no reason. "Me and that bastard are like water 'n fire. In no feckin' way."