Boss, get back here right now and untie me. What did you slip in my drink last night? -SM
But I so love seeing you naked like that! Too sexy. Just some sleeping pills, honey. -JM
Well hurry up and get this thing out of me! -SM
All right, all right. Anything Sebbypoo asks. -JM
Shut up. -SM
He was pissed. Although his legs were free, the more he tried to move away from the headboard the more the rope around his neck would tighten. And when Sebastian woke up he found his phone next to his tied wrists. Worst of all... he growled at the feeling of the uncomfortable sensation down below in between his legs.
I'll fucking kill you if you jerk me around. -SM
Chuckling, Jim instructed to George, his driver, to get back to the Estate. Oh, Sebby was such a cutie when he's like that. Maybe he could do it again very, very soon.
Tsk, tsk, darling, such a party pooper. -JM
And when he finally went back, Jim took his time as climbed the stairs slowly, and made his way to Sebastian's room to look down on his loyal colonel once he entered the room.
"Hey there, gorgeous", he purred.
Sebastian cursed at him, breathing against the duck tape that covered his mouth. He writhed angrily at him, but regretted it when the toy inside him shifted a bit uncomfortably. Either way, he bore his eyes into Jim. Observing his prisoner Jim licked his lips at the sight, a very predatory smirk appeared on his lips.
"I see that you're quite... excited, sweetheart," he chuckled, moving ever so close that they were breathing the same air. Leaning in Jim kissed Sebastian's duct tape covered mouth, removing it without warning as he slightly pulled back. With his mouth free Sebastian tried to bite Jim's hand but missed, and when he realized what Jim said he looked down. To his frustration Sebastian found that he had apparently been very hard the entire time, maybe even when he was unconscious. He had leaked everywhere, his inner thighs were slightly slicked, some of himself splash around his navel, and in a fit of rage he tried to lunge at torturer. Again the rope cut off his air supply, so Sebastian fell back into the headboard. Still with that smirk on his face, Jim slowly knelt between his Tiger's legs, spreading them wide as he looked at it with a scrutinizing gaze.
"I think that we could do something about it, right sweetie?" With nimble hands and palm flat on Sebastian's inner legs, he massaged them thoroughly, tongue peeking out.
"You're sick Boss," Sebastian managed to wheeze out when he caught some breath again, "Now. Take. That. Out. Of. Me. Now."
"Later, sweetie", was said before Jim leaned down and took Sebastian wholly in his mouth. 'Mhmmm... He really does taste sooooo exquisitely…' Instinctively, Sebastian arched his back and pressed further in, giving a slight moan. 'Shit...' was all he could even manage to think as his head rolled back on his shoulders.
"So..." Jim purred, sending vibrations up Sebastian's spine, "Want to... mhm... shstill get away f-from there...?"
"You're sodding fuck..." Sebastian panted out, looking at Jim with that fucking smirk and his fucking Westwood. There was never an instance in his life that the soldier feel so humiliated and he could have torn at Jim for it.
"But we mhm... know that it's not what you're really thinking, daahhling..." His tongue kept on flicking here and there, making sure that it would send the best tingles on his sniper's manhood, "Y-you're very sexehh anyway..."
"Thanks bosssss-" was all he managed to say sarcastically between gritted teeth while his muscles tightened at each flicker and he curled his toes. Doubling his efforts, Jim suckled, even bobbing his head to let Sebastian's crotch go down his throat once in a while. Why he did not do this before was a wonder to him. But at least they could engage in these kinds of activities more… Meanwhile Sebastian still hated him. Never had he felt so violated and cornered. Except what was worse was he was enjoying it. Every time Jim deep throated him, what would have been curses and insults were replaced by moans. He wanted to kill him.
"Mahhy sniper's really very... expressive... don't you ssssink?" Jim concentrated on Sebastian's head, and his fingers transferred their attention to the other's already heavy sacs. "Let it go... love..." he purred."Come for mee..."
If the vibrations from the toy weren't enough, Jim's hands and mouth were pushing him to the edge. He felt him squeeze his balls and it was causing him to feel dizzy, that enjoyable dizzy like every time he made a kill and saw the skull of his victim's burst open with blood. The thought of it made him smile and as Jim sucked on his head, it was enough to push him over.
"Jim!" he gave a throaty shout before cumming very hard inside his mouth and there was a lot of it, most likely it had been building up since he had been tied up hours ago. As soon as white, hot, spurts of liquid came flooding down his mouth, Jim lapped them all up, not even wanting a single drop to be wasted. If he was to claim this man, he would have to do it properly. And when he was done, he let go of Seb's crotch with a small, wet pop, and smirked up at him.
"You were amazing, Tiger", he grinned, caressing the other's cheek in an affectionate manner. The sniper's eyes had snapped shut, so when he felt a palm hold his face he quickly opened them and looked at Jim who licked his lips. A bead of sweat was falling from his face and his chest was heaving.
"Th-Thank you Boss..." Sebastian panted.
Leaning down again, but only to kiss his colonel's cheek, Jim smiled.
"Let's get you out of here, shall we?" Gently tugging off Sebastian's restraints, the Consulting Criminal held out his hand just in case the other needed his help still, "You gorgeous fucker", he chuckled.
Annoyed, Sebastian gave a grunt and tugged at his wrist restraints until they became loose and finally, he could get the one off his neck which had made his skin feel slightly raw. To his relief, he was able to pull the vibrator out of him and he ripped off the remote that had been tapped to his leg. He threw it against the wall hoping 1) It broke or 2) it didn't break. Sebastian was very capable of revenge, but he then sat up cross legged and looked to Jim almost exhausted from the stimulation.
"Bastard."
Sitting down beside Sebastian, Jim too leaned against the wall as he pressed soft kisses upon the other's shoulders.
"We could do that again, if you like, honey. Then you can have my way on me, if that's what you like." He teasingly licked the junction between the blonde's shoulder and neck, only to suckle it tenderly.
Pissed, Sebastian pushed him away and jumped off the bed standing, "I wasn't paid to do this Boss," he said darkly and clenching his fists, "So no I don't really look forward to the idea."
"Heeeey!" James whined, jumping off and following the other quickly. When he caught up, he immediately embraced Sebastian from his back, nuzzling into those taut muscles.
"You really are mad..."
"Yes..." and the more Sebastian thought about it, what just happened, made his blood boil. Before he could stop himself, he turned in Jim's arms and punched him in the face, causing him to hit the opposing wall of the bed. Grinding his teeth, Sebastian watched as the body smash into the wall and Jim fell to the floor. Wincing, Jim looked up at him with helpless eyes. This wasn't his intention... it never was.
"Sebastian..." he whispered, his burst lip trailing down a line of blood up to his throat, "I'm sorry." Surprised Sebastian cocked his head to the side as he studied him over because Jim never ever said that, but if he did, then it could only mean that he really was, indeed, apologetic.
"I thought that you might like that. Really."
It froze Sebastian's blood. 'Was this Richard Brook or James Moriarty?'
"Really?" he looked at him seriously, trying to read him. It was imaginable for Moriarty to have tied him up like that... but was this James? Carefully, still keeping a few feet away from him, Sebastian stepped forward.
"Really?" Sebastian questioned again.
Shifting his gaze down to the floor, as if the small pool of blood was interesting him so much, Jim nodded.
"I fancy you, okay? I don't know how to approach you, so I thought that maybe torturing you might be appropriate. I was... wrong." Jim stood up, and limped to get out of the room, when he thought that he could simply bully George to tend to his wounds. Narrowing his eyes, Sebastian cautiously watched him, but when it seemed like his Boss was not going to strike back, he relaxed.
"Hold up for a moment will you." Quickly, he moved over to his wardrobe and threw and on shorts, not bothering with the boxers. Sebastian trotted back, "Come on," waving an arm and leading Jim to his private bathroom.
Sighing, despite the sheer embarrassment he was feeling right now, Jim still followed nonetheless. He looked like a lost, kicked puppy. He really had to make up to this precious man very soon, although he didn't have any ideas how he could actually do that. Inside, Sebastian offered him to sit on the edge of the tub, while he rummaged through the shelves, looking for the bandages and peroxide. Everything in hand, he placed the stuff on a towel on the floor, dabbing a tissue with the disinfectant.
"It's going to sting..."
Hissing as he did, Jim still can't bear look Sebastian directly in the face. For the first time in his life, he felt that he did something wrong; that he hurt someone, and that he actually cared about their welfare, and how they (Well, just Sebastian, really) would think about him afterwards.
"Seb..." he whispered, "I'm really sorry."
Sebastian dabbed the cut and cleaned the blood off, shaking his head with a sigh.
"No... I shouldn't have struck you, I mean you're James Fucking Moriarty, I must have been prone to madness or something." Still Jim wouldn't look at him, so he took his left hand, and held the tip of his chin forcing him to look up, "It's ok...
well sort of..." he mumbled.
Pouting, James leaned his forehead onto that taut chest of his Sebastian and grumbled. "I should have researched more on the effective ways of wooing one's ally," His voice was slightly muffled and shaking, due to the upturn of actual emotions, "I'll try again next time."
Taken a bit off guard, Sebastian struggled to open up the band aid for his cheek. In his mind, everything was swirling around in a confusing storm. Was he straight, right? ... noooo... no way he was in that Way...
'But there was that one bloke from the army once, remember?'
'Shut up!'
'Just giving a report sir.'
'I am not gay.'
"Well, if anything Boss, it was more surprise than anything. Nothing I would have ever expected," Sebastian tried to reply calmly, pushing his boss back up to reach his face.
Keeping a childish frown, Jim raised his hand and poked Sebastian's nose gently.
"Will you welcome me, though?" he asked as he tilted his head. "Welcome my intentions? You should say now if you want me to stay away, honestly. It will be fucking stupid of me to chase someone who clearly has no interest."
Pushing lightly to make sure the bandage stuck on, the sniper sat back onto the floor and scratched the back of his head,
"How long Boss? How long have you been interested in me?"
"Seventeen weeks", Jim chuckled lightly as he stood and scrutinized himself in the huge mirror, "Since you caught that bullet for me. I was like an idiot, you know? Flabbergasted by your bravery and sheer fucktard-ness. I never really expected any of my men to do such a thing."
"Ah ha... interesting," Sebastian smiled a little, it was an interesting event a few weeks ago. They had been blackmailing some other mob boss when an opposing lackey had somehow snuck in a gun, going after Jim. "Ya that hurt like hell boss."
"Your answer, Sebby poo!" Jim insisted on a sing-song voice, poking his sniper at his chest lightly but insistently, "You were such a brave man, then... brave and idiotic, and yet I felt something break inside of me. No, wait, forget that. You shouldn't have known about that..."
Eyes furrowed and his face in a frown, Sebastian could not help but look at him with suspicion. It was weird to see his Boss like this, very unlike him because to him Jim was not human.
"I dunno just doing my job I suppose."
If Sebastian had kept on avoiding the topic, then it probably meant that he actually didn't want things to be beyond what they already are. Tough luck. And so, getting back to his usual self, Jim let a small smirk grace his lips.
"Well, I'll be off then", he informed his hit man, "I'll just have to skin this prostitute who flirted with me last night. See you, Sebby poo!"
"Flirted with you...?" Sebastian felt something within him twinge, but it shouldn't have bothered him, "Right... see ya then."
When Moriarty left, Sebastian decided he should shower, tidy up the mess, and give himself time to feel a bit more whole again. After that, he put on some clean pants and trousers, sitting on the edge of the bed with a smoke. Then... 'Damn it how long have I been here' Bored and unsure what to do with himself, he ducked underneath his bed and pulled out the long hard silver suitcase. Inside, cooped up, was an extension of himself, the invisible limb that always longed to be at his side; and gleeful when the two of them made a kill together. With care, Sebastian took out his special cloth and cleaned each individual piece with care. The handle, the barrel, the scope...'Let it go... love...Come for mee...' His voice caused him to shiver and his stomach flutter. But why? And why did it matter to him so much.
The consulting criminal answered that small, timid inquiry with a smart wave of his hand, retreating back to the door and leaving with his favorite Jaguar to snatch that slightly cute prostitute. But no one else was allowed to play with him without his permission, so well, too bad for that desperate man.
And yet, as he drove off towards his destination, all James Moriarty could think of was the pleasured face that his sniper had only shown him moments ago. The wanton look, the moans and the screams as he came were all looping in his mind. But then again, he took what was Sebastian's without even regarding his welfare. He really had messed this, hadn't he? Stupid, stupid.