For tokyolover9
Matt had never really understood the cliche of the good guy getting too close to the bad guy he was chasing, and falling in love with his mark. It always seemed... like such a rookie thing to do, even the rookies would avouid it like the plague. Why the hell would you even let yourself get close enough for that to happen, either physically or emotionally? You'd be in a vulnerable position then- something any bad guy worth his salt would take full advantage of, and probably not for sex either.
And then he met up with Hiro Nakamura. And he knew that he'd had it all wrong from the beginning.
Falling for your enemy had nothing to do with actually falling for them; it was about making them fall.
It was about forcing them into a position where they were vulnerable. It was about making them helpless, about stripping away their control. It's about having them beg for your touch, for your approval, about making them need you, and you alone. It's about finally, finally having the person who tormented you for so long under your control.
And if Matt sometimes found himself drifting off to thoughts of long black pony-tails and idle imaginings about how it would feel to kiss someone with a soul patch? Well, then. Maybe sometimes to get control, you needed you give up a little of your own first.