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“What do you mean?” Hal frowned, eyes trying to figure out what she meant.
“Oh please. Everyone knows.” Her voice was the same gossipy sneer that Carol was so fond of when discussing CEOs and suits from her board meetings and conferences.
“What? What does everyone know? Because I would like to be apart of your not-secret club,” he asked with the snark and exasperation of a washed up Bar Mitzvah singer.
“The mark. His mark is all over you. How could you not smell it?” Her nose (nostrils? Nose slits? Hal didn’t know, and he didn’t want to think about it because nothing was quite as gross as the words ‘nose slits’ together) wrinkled up, and Hal looked around because she couldn’t mean him. He had showered at least six times in half as many days, thanks to Sinestro.
“Sinestro’s mark,” she explained, and now it was her turn to be the Bar Mitzvah singer, speaking slowly like Hal didn’t understand words.
“You smell like his seed. It’s unfortunate-you don’t deserve him.” Here we were back to jealousy, but Hal was still stuck on the first part of the sentence. He was going to kill Sinestro. Because yeah, they’d played the little ‘you’re mine’ game a few times now, but he didn’t want to reek of Sinestro’s sexcapades.
“Everyone knows, as soon as they go near you, that you and him… That you've mated.” Her voice struggled with the words, and Hal couldn't blame her because he never wanted to talk about alien sex either.
Of course, though, as vast as everything was, he would run into Sinestro after he ditched the octopus lady thing (whatever). The odds were staggering, but Hal had never been good at math.
“Hey, so, I heard I smell like you and I’ve been just…parading around Oa and Earth and all those sectors smelling like I just got back from a date between you, me, and some kind of Corps glory hole. That’s news to me, how about you?” Asking it like that, Hal felt like a bitchy girlfriend. Sinestro just shrugged, smiled like it was no big deal that Hal was wearing cologne called “I Had Gay Sex with an Alien”.
“I thought you knew what it meant to be claimed,” he answered, calm like Hal wasn't.
“Listen, just tell me how to get it off.”
“Why would I do that? Do you know what that mark means?” Sinestro seemed more possessive than anything else, hands dancing into Hal’s sides like Hal was his catnip.
“No, I don’t, but I don’t think--“
“It’s a sign of ownership, yes, but it also can be reversed. It shows I took your body, but it also says that you took mine. It’s less a brand and more like a ring. Humans use rings, don’t they?”
“Well thanks for interrupting, but yes they do.” Hal was trying not to sound petulant, but he was. Although he liked Sinestro’s description so far.
“It’s a mark you should wear proudly. Many are jealous of you for wearing it. A gentleman doesn’t mark just anyone. It is a badge of victory. A sign of your sway.” Sinestro smiled and bit Hal’s lip, hard enough that Hal had to stop his squirming.
“Besides, it smells intoxicating on you. Every time I see you it drives me mad. You’re irresistible with it.”
Hal liked that. He smiled, a little bit of pride in his voice.
“So I’m some Green Lantern sex god now, is that what you’re saying?”
“If you’d like, I suppose that’s a fair description.” Sinestro looked a little puzzled, like he didn’t understand where Hal was going with this.
“And everyone can smell it, but me apparently?”
“Most organisms are capable of detecting the mark, yes.” Sinestro raised an eyebrow.
“Why?”
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Sinestro’s frown was particularly tight-lipped when Hal decided to stand in the middle of the crowd at a mandatory meeting. People stared, but now Hal just smiled, eyes focused on Sinestro the entire time while whispers of harsh envy and sultry curiosity surrounded him. He stretched his shoulders, making sure he shifted more than was entirely necessary and smirked like a goddamn fox when Sinestro just stopped talking altogether and had to clear his throat to refocus. He might not be able to mark people, but he was sure going to use this for all it was worth. Hal thought it through while Sinestro gritted the daily briefing through his teeth.
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This story was fun to read; Sinestro, so smug and possessive but having it turned against him, Hal so used and yet cunning enough to make it work to his advantaged. Everyone totally wanting in on that (why do I imagine other GLs forming a fan club devoting to how awesome a pair they make?) Yum.
You even included a tentacle!alien. My life is complete. Thank you kindly, Author!Anon.
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I love possessive!Sinestro. Biggest Kink Ever.
AND HAL! You nailed his personality so perfectly. I wished I possessed your talent. :D
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Possessive!Sinestro is my favourite thing to write omg everything I've done so far for him has just been...so ridiculously possessive. I should tone it back BUT FUQ DAT I DO WAT I WANT
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