"Seb, what are you doing?" Jim had a look of overplayed horror on his face. Sebastian froze in the middle of putting the stereo on.
"I'm…putting the CD in."
"What CD?"
Sebastian paused. He knew full well that his next answer could either bring him praise or leave him lying somewhere with a slit throat. "Ozzy."
Jim winced. "No, no, not that one, Seb. It's not that sort of afternoon." He placed his hand on Seb's, that maniacal look in his eyes that said he wanted something with the hunger of the primal carnivore. Seb knew which CD to play.
Naked and covered in glitter, the deep bass boomed as Jim delighted in carnal pleasures. Seb really properly enjoyed their little sessions, even if the torn flesh and whip-marks left him feeling raw the next day. It was worth it.
Jim paused as the track ended. It was a little ritual with him as he performed differently for every song. Like an artist. They also had it on shuffle to ensure a bit of variety. Jim grinned more, if that was possible, as the woman on the track gave a tiny roar. Jim licked his lips as the lyrics began.
I have a heart, I swear I do
But just not baby when it comes to you
I get so hungry when you say you love me
Hush if you know what's good for you
Jim bit Seb on the shoulder. Not a gentle bite of a normal lover, either, but a full-out chomp which broke the skin. Seb winced but didn't yelp—his back was covered in similar injuries. He replied by licking Jim's knee.
"Ooh, you're going to be like that, are you?" Jim whipped him. "You bad, bad boy!" Jim loved the glitter in the blood. There was nothing quite so beautiful as the shine of nature's crimson breath mingled with man-made stars. He rubbed the glitter into Seb's wounds. It stung. Seb liked it. Jim liked that he liked it. Then Jim caressed the skin which peeled away from the muscle. He licked the glitter from the parted flesh. Who needs alcohol? Blood and glitter was intoxicating enough as the beat pounded, as Jim pounded, as Seb's head pounded with beautiful pain.
There was no two ways about it—making love to Jim Moriarty was dangerous. Moriarty was voracious. Every move he made was violent. But Seb loved it. He never got to express his inclinations in the military, but here, with Jim, his boss, his friend, his lover, he found the best of times.