Title: Tarot (1)
Warnings: Sexual themes, language
Pairing: Mormor
Summary: A collection of drabbles whose titles and themes are based upon the major arcana of the Tarot
The Fool: They sat by the fireplace, for a while the only sounds were the lapping of the flames, the clinking of their glasses and the occasional comfortable exhale.
"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into, Sebastian," Jim spoke, watching Moran nurse his gun with more consideration than he was devoting to nursing his drink, which spilled over the brim of the glass and onto his clothes.
"Shit…"
Jim smirked, and Sebastian looked up in time to watch the light of the fire brighten his eyes.
It hadn't been many days since they'd met, and so far it had been what could only be described as mayhem. If Sebastian didn't know what he was letting himself in for by now, he'd be an idiot.
He caught Jim's eyes again, and his mischievous grin was contagious.
"I certainly do, boss."
X
The Magician: "I make people disappear," Jim told Seb nonchalantly one day, "I'm a magician, really."
Sebastian grunted, "I suppose that's one way of putting it…" He kept his focus on his target, aim never wavering, not even when Jim nipped his ear.
"You're the secret, Sebby," he purred, "But you won't tell, will you? Spoils the beauty, you know…"
X
The Emperor: Lately, Jim had been out of control. Seb had lost what little power he had over the situation, and Jim was on the loose with a plan Moran knew next to nothing about.
He'd been sent to supervise on what Jim liked to call a 'clean up' and was in the midst of reprimanding two of the team when he received Jim's text, and a photo of him looking smug as they come in what appeared to be The Crown Jewels.
Told you I'd be king! –JM x
"A- Are they the real thing, sir?"
"Well they certainly ain't made of jelly beans, are they? Jesus Christ."
X
The Lovers: They were just as violent as lovers as they were as criminals, biting and bruises and marks of aggression. Neither of them spoke of it after, or dared dwell on the feelings it brought about, but each of them would recall the lust in moments of boredom or separations, hearing the echoes of their pleas, the begging to hurry up and the passionate breaths of harder, mark me…
The worst part, was when Jim was no longer around to create those moments.