Infection

by Mocking Jai

Jim has sex with Sebastian's father and films it for leverage so they can blackmail him into stopping his abuse of his son. It doesn't go quite they way they'd hoped.

1. Blackmail

Hello! This is an RP written by myself and Stormy (her tumblr is darkandstormyslash, she has some published works on this site so if you want to read more by her and support LGBTQ authors writing queer fiction please have a look . )

I wrote for Jim and Sherlock
Stormy wrote for Sebastian, Moran, and Mycroft

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That dealer that hangs around the grammar school gates just told me to tell you to fucking pay up. What have you been up to? SM

Pissing off drug dealers apparently. JM

He's just mad because I stole his merchandise and he's hoping I'll eventually pay for it. Dumbass. JM

Please tell me that's a joke. Have you really been stealing from dealers? -SM

He tried to give me a slap but I sorted the bugger out. -SM

It's not~! I made a new friend and he was tired of that kid selling in front of a school, apparently the met is starting to crack down because of stupid people getting too bold. So I told him I'd get rid him! JM

It's just taking a little longer than expected. I thought his boss would have taken care of him by now. The dealer must not have told him about the stolen merch. JM

that's my Sebastian. JM

You need to be careful. My dad's gotten into trouble with dealers and he's a rich twat doing the odd line of charlie. You're a scrawny little gutter brat, they'll break you. -SM

You're no fun :P JM

I'll be careful, promise. JM

Besides, I've always got you to get me out of trouble. Don't I? JM

You've got me, yeah, but so far we've just been dealing with pissy little school kids who steal your lunch money. Taking on some drug gang is a bit of a different manner. -SM

I'm not taking anyone /on/ Sebastian. I'm just pulling some strings from behind the scenes. I fucked up with this one, he wasn't supposed to know it was me. Obviously. JM

Oh he knew it was you. And he knew I was mates with you. How much money do you need? I can always get it off dad and we can pay the bastard. –SM

I have the money, I don't want you stealing from your old man. The guy I stole the drugs /for/ paid me for them. I just didn't want to pay that stupid fucker selling drugs on a school corner. JM

I won't try anything like this again for a while. /Promise./ JM

Oh you silly little shit. You know that technically means you've been dealing? -SM

What! No. I'm more of a... mule? Technically I just trafficked them from one place to another. JM

Stealing drugs, selling drugs, trafficking drugs, you are going to end up in the deep shit, and I'm going to get my kneecaps broken trying to get you out. -SM

Now Sebastian, would I ever let you get into a situation we couldn't handle? JM

I told you it won't happen again. I was a bit too ambitious. JM

It's been a bit tight sometimes. Carl Powers' fucking brothers come to mind... -SM

Okay, that /hurt/ JM

Yeah well it hurt me as well. -SM

I apologized for that didn't I? JM

Oh that was an apology was it? I'm not complaining. It was fucking funny seeing my dad's face when I fell out the taxi, just reminding you that you aren't infallible. -SM

Thanks /so/ much. JM

What would I do without you? JM

Probably get my knees broken. JM

Heh. Don't pretend your ego doesn't need deflating occasionally. -SM

Prancing around thinking you're so clever shipping stolen drugs across the country while I'm smacking dealers round the head when they try to pull your debts. -SM

Don't even joke about that. The dealer didn't know your name at least, that's one thing to be thankful for. -SM

Just knew you as "that Irish brat who hangs around with Augustus Moran's son." -SM

Thank heaven for small mercies. JM

All I need is this getting back to my ma JM

Your poor ma, she'll be so disappointed in you. Heh. -SM

She'll beat me silly and drag me to mass. JM

She said she wants you over for supper later this week, can you come? JM

Do I have to? -SM

I know she thinks I'm a poor little motherless rich kid but your place is genuinely a shit hole. -SM

My Ma's cooking is the best, I am offended at your reluctance. Though God knows, you'd eat anything. JM

She can't help herself, it's a mum thing. And thanks asshole. JM

/Someone/ is insisting I pay that stupid drug dealer. JM

It's not the food, it's more the atmosphere. And if I watch her slap the back of your head one more time I might just belt her one. -SM

God it's like I have two mums. JM

Well pay the nice dealer Jimmy boy or this one will spank you with a table-tennis bat. -SM

Alright alright! JM

I can't decide who I'm more afraid of between the two of you. JM

I've never hit you yet Jim, and I wouldn't fucking dare. -SM

Too right! My Ma's the only one who gets away with that. And you know that woman could scare the devil himself. JM

How are things with your Da? JM

Same old, same old. At least he's stopped with the fucking cane now. And he's getting afraid to leave marks since I told him I'd run to the tabloids. It's fucking hilarious. -SM

He's a bastard. People like that don't deserve to live on this planet. JM

I was getting really fucking sick of you coming to school with those welts. Glad that's stopped at least. JM
I'm not sure how long that level of blackmail will make him behave himself... I've been thinking I should try and get something else on him. Something that'll give you a stronger hold, you know? JM

He's got a point I mean I do ask for it sometimes. -SM

That's shit and you know it. JM

The tabloids are the easiest way to destroy him, his precious political career won't survive another scandal, not after my mother left. -SM

Ah come on - I wind him up on purpose. Not always, but sometimes. I try and see how livid I can get him without going too far and sometimes I get it wrong. -SM

Alright well I'll think about it. I'm just saying that while the idea is sound, the leverage you have is weak. JM

You wind me up all the time, and I don't treat you like a punching bag. JM

Well I'm certainly not about to let the daily mail photograph my arse for evidence. -SM

Yeah, but that's because you're a skinny little teenager, not a diplomat with amateur boxing trophies. -SM

Nah, we'd have to do something else. (Although I'm sure the pervs at the daily mail would love~ that.) What other types of scandals can ruin careers? JM

I'm small but I'm vicious. JM

We could buy him a rent boy? -SM

Oh yeah, half the editors would be wanking off over it. I've got a decent arse when it's not covered in lines. -SM

That thought has potential. But you know people don't care much about sex work scandals, although a male prostitute idea does add a bit of flavor. JM

I think they'd be wanking /because/ of the lines. JM

People don't? I'm sure careers have been lost over it. Embezzlement would do it. Or drugs? -SM

Ha! Yeah. Pervy bastards. -SM

Well, it's tricky yeah? Because we don't actually want to wreck his career. I'm not sure you could survive with us gutter brats. Embezzling and drugs are difficult to get records/proof of. Compromising photographs would probably be our best bet. JM

How would you feel if I seduced your dad? JM

I'll be off to Sandhurst next year. Once I'm established there it doesn't matter what happens to him, besides I can - YOU FUCKING WHAT -SM

I haven't done it! I was just asking! JM

It's a sure way of getting photographs. And besides, I'm underage. The press would have a field day. JM

Well stop even thinking about it. No fucking way. -SM

The big scary politician took advantage of a scrawny immigrant, his son's classmate. They'd lynch him. JM

You are such a prude. JM

There is no way I'm having you rolling around naked with my dad. I'd rather go back to the cane than that. -SM

Ew, do you think he'd use the cane on me? JM

It's a pretty strong possibility. He's a bastard and your arse is pretty tempting. -SM

That's why this plan is foolproof. JM

To someone who does that sort of thing i mean, like I can see it might be. -SM

Right, of course. JM

it is not foolproof, it is fucking stupid. -SM

What does that mean? hmm? -SM

If you're looking for a slap Jim Moriarty you're starting to fucking well ask for one. -SM

It's not /stupid/ none of my plans are /stupid./ You have to admit it has merit, if not appeal. Don't ever say I never did nothing for you. JM

A slap? On my ass? Oh dear. JM

It does not have merit. It has nothing. I can't believe you've been thinking about trying to seduce my dad. Is that what you're into? Fucking built bastards who'll snap a cane against your skinny little arse? -SM

More like a punch in the face. -SM

Why, you sure you're not interested? You aren't exactly excluded from that description. JM

I'm bloody nothing like him. Although caning the shit out of you is starting to look bloody attractive right now. That'd stop you thinking about any damn stupid ideas about letting my dad get his hands on you. -SM

I'm not wanking off to the idea, I'm just saying it would give me peace of mind to know I'm not going to get called to the emergency room again or go to class and hope you don't show up with worse than a black eye you dumbass. JM

If anything that'd probably only make me more attractive to your Da. You keep putting ideas into my head. JM

He only sent me to the emergency room once, and that was because I fell down the stairs mid-way through. He almost had a coronary, he doesn't want me in hospital at all, he practically had to pay the Doctor to stop them calling social. And I am not putting pretty little lines all over your tight hot arse just so my dad can perv over them. -SM

You're no fun :-( JM

At least /that/ would be enjoyable. JM

The first time was an accident, doesn't mean the second time it couldn't happen again. JM

Oh yeah? Maybe I should start slapping you about if you enjoy the idea of it that much... -SM

And come on ... you love it when I can't sit down. You practically creamed yourself that time he laid in with the belt. -SM

Nah, I just know you're sore at me and it's best to let you vent. You're scary when you hold a grudge. JM

I did not fucking get off on your dad beating the hell out of you, asshole. Don't joke like that. Even if you think it's stupid I'm trying to help. JM

Calm the hell down Jim. I know you're trying to help. But seriously, I've just got to hold out till I get to Sandhurst. You're more mad at him than I am. -SM

That's because you got smacked too many times in the head and can't see straight. JM

It's because I know I can take it. 'S like a fight, except a fight I know I'm going to lose. You psych yourself up right. -SM

And I couldn't take it? One time just to get him off your back for good? You really think I'm that weak JM

I don't think you're weak Jim. I know you could take it. I just don't think I could... -SM

You are such a fucking softie. JM

You know you'd do it for me. JM

What, let your dad fuck me? Piss off. -SM

If I had no fucking choice. Maybe I'd bend over for some bastard to save your life. But not just to save you a few beatings. Not unless you ordered me too. -SM

You're an idiot. I won't do anything unless you agree first. JM

Or you end up in the hospital again. Then all bets are off. I'll just murder him and save the scandal. JM

Now murdering him I'm OK with. If you can get away with it. It's the idea of him getting to see you naked, getting to feel you all up, leave marks on your pale skin, beat your arse raw and then get to fuck it. Bastard. -SM

Someone is jealous~ JM

Not that I blame you of course. JM

Jealous of him? Ha. As if. He's my fucking dad Jim. That would be wrong on every level. -SM

No it would be wrong on every level if you were jealous of /me./ JM

Then I would /really/ be concerned for your mental health. More than I already am anyway. JM

Eww. Now that it fucking messed up. Besides, big fucking bastards aren't my type. -SM

Fine! We can shelve the seduction scandal. It was just an idea! JM

Oh and what is your type? You know I've never been able to figure that out. JM

I'm not convinced you could play a whore anyway. You just look like a skinny little school-kid. -SM

You know what I like. Birds with big tits. -SM

Adler was hot. Completely raving mad, but hot. -SM

Well that's the point doofus! No one cares if it's a whore he's paying. But that poor "skinny little school kid?" That could have been /anyone's son./ Much more controversy. JM

I'm not working with her again /ever./ JM

Besides, she's gay. She wouldn't be into you. JM

You worked with her? When was that? -SM

Ahh that would explain why she shot me down. Now she /did/ know how to wield a cane. –SM

A few months ago. I thought she had a lot of promise but... She couldn't keep her feelings separate from business. Kind of like you actually. JM

What! What feelings do I have that get in the way of your precious 'buisiness'? It was only one session with Adler, and we parted on pretty damn good terms. -SM

No, no, not your... canoodling session. Gawd. She told me /way too much/ about that. I mean in general. I'm an ends justify the means kind of guy, I'll do whatever I need to to get the job done. Because where's the fun if there's no /risk?/ JM

Heh. She wanted to have a go at whipping a bloke. I told her I wouldn't scream. She was very, very, good. But wouldn't let me fuck her, worst luck. -SM

Did you scream? JM

Course not! She got a hell of a lot of noises out of me though. It was ... fuck ... it made me look at a cane differently. I thought she'd just whale away. –SM

What she does takes /skill./ -JM

So you didn't let any of your little secrets slip to her while she had you tied up then? JM

She might have broken me a little bit ... god it was good though. -SM

You mean now she knows about your secret ambition to be a modern dancer? JM

Only teasing. JM

Ha. Couldn't dance to save my life. Was just all intense and erotic and yet somehow still sort of platonic. Which makes sense. I came all over the damn place when I was allowed though. heh. -SM

She told you when to come? Jesus no wonder you are such a good boy for me. You've already been trained. JM

Ah fuck you. It was just one time. It ... seemed to be going that way. State I was in she could have ordered me to do anything. -SM

/Well,/ I'll certainly have to give her your regards next time I see her. One does always like to know their work is appreciated. JM

It did end with her telling me politely to bog off. But I hope she remembers me fondly. -SM

Well if you were trying to come onto me after coming all over yourself I would tell you to bugger off too. JM

I'm sure you made a lovely picture though. JM

If I ever loose enough dignity to try to come on to you, please shoot me. -SM

You're an asshole. JM

I think she took one actually. On that damn pink phone of hers. I wasn't really paying attention at that point. -SM

Good. I'll ask her to send it to me. I could use a good laugh. JM

Don't you dare. I'm not having you ogling me after been beaten by a girl. -SM

Don't flatter yourself. Better yet, if I ever lose enough dignity to come on to you, please shoot me. JM

I'll dig the rifle out tonight. Is it the sort of thing you're likely to do? You know, when you're not fantasising about my fucking dad? -SM

Fuck you. JM

But not really. Maybe in your dreams. JM

You should learn to be appreciative and not look a gift horse in the mouth. JM

What the hell makes you think I have dreams about you? And I don't think it counts as 'unappreciative' not to want to listen to my dad and my best mate bonking in the spare room. -SM

Irene might have told me some things. JM

I wouldn't do it when you were in the house, moron. You're too emotionally invested, like I said. JM

Oh shit, that /bitch/. -SM

Look I said all sorts of things, alright? She had a fucking cane and she seemed to like the idea. -SM

HA! I was /kidding/ JM

That's rich. JM

oh FUCK you. You know, I might just let my dad have a go at you. -SM

Oh goodie, I can hardly wait. JM

Have you ever /been/ caned? -SM

My family's /Catholic/ JM

(Yes.) JM

Oh yeah, I forgot your mum. She seemed more the wooden-spoon-and-belt type. You know. Household implements. Well fair enough then. -SM

Pretty much anything is fair game in our house. Once I got a hair brush. JM

She hit me with the spoon and I told her "that doesn't even hurt." So... you can imagine how it escalated. JM

You silly sod. Mind you, I can't pretend I haven't done the same. -SM

You ever had a go with Adler? Bet she wouldn't break you though. -SM

I was six. When was this for you, last week? JM

No, I think we would both try and out top each other and the gravitational pull of our combined dominance might cause the earth to be sucked into a black hole. JM

You and Adler would be fun to watch. Pity she didn't work out. And no it wasn't last week. It was a good two months ago now, I've been keeping my head down and being a good boy. -SM

All do to Adler's influence I'm sure. -JM

Maybe I should write her a thank you note. -JM

No, this was because you started staying out late and being shifty. I thought I better keep myself in decent condition for when you inevitably needed bailing out. -SM

Pain and me is complicated. I don't like being hurt unless I'm in control. I guess I'm weird. JM

Which was a damn good idea given I needed to face up to a dealer this morning. -SM

I think most people don't like being hurt. -SM

Stay away from him for now, I'll pay him tomorrow. But I don't need you two butting heads before I've wrapped things up. JM

Except you apparently. JM

You have to like hurting to be a good fighter. Otherwise you'll be afraid of every fight. -SM

Well let me know if you need some more cash. Dad won't notice, he's rich enough. -SM

You have to know when hurting is /worth it/ to be a good fighter. Sometimes it's better to just take a pounding than to fight back and get beat even worse. You know, if you're scrawny like me and aren't really good at fighting back in the first place. JM

Thanks Seb, but you know I rather like seeing you without bruises. Even if they do bring out your eyes. (I'll be fine.) JM

Why do you think I've been fucking working out all my life? So I never have to need to take a pounding. -SM

Well right now I'm completely bruise-free you'll be pleased to know. -SM

That's worked out /so well/ for you. :-) JM

I am. Work harder to stay that way. Don't make me order you. JM

Oh shut the fuck up, other than my dad, and that one time with Adler, nobody's ever dared to fuck with me. And it's not like you haven't benefitted from that. -SM

You give orders now? Well yes /boss/. -SM

Carl Power's brothers. JM

Also you said you would bend over for me if I ordered it. I figured asking you to take care of your health shouldn't be too much to ask in comparison. ;) JM

Only when they were all at once! I got them back separately though, didn't I? Eventually. -SM

You know they have a saying about people like you and me. It's like the oak tree and the reed. Sometimes it's better to bend in a storm. JM

I didn't say I would bend over for you I said that only /if/ you were in extreme pain and only /if/ you ordered it I'd maybe do the thing you were happy to throw yourself into with
my dad. -SM

Let me guess, the oak tree gets fucking annoyed and give the reed a slap. -SM

And I am taking care of my health. I stopped smoking didn't I? -SM

Semantics, semantics. And "happy" would be stretching things. Come on, your mum didn't even want to be with him- that should tell you something. Not saying anything against your mum of course. JM

If the oak tree smacked the reed he would just whip right back up. Let him try it. JM

You did good Seb. And don't you feel so much better now that you can breathe without feeling like you are gonna hack up a lung? JM

My mum didn't have any trouble with being with him. Problem was she didn't have any trouble being with anyone else either. And that Californian bloke was rich. -SM

And yes of course I feel bloody better. Wanker. -SM

Rich-/er/ you mean. JM

Heh. Yeah. She preferred California as well. All warm and sunny and full of pretty shops and prettier people. -SM

So wait, you're telling me you think your da would be a good fuck? Really? JM

Fucking shut up about fucking my dad! -SM

You are such a prude. JM

You know what? Mention it one more time and I'll tell your mum that her dear darling Jimmy is about to whore himself out to an English politician. She'll get that hairbrush out again. -SM

Jesus fuck don't you dare! JM

I wouldn't be whorin anyway, not planning on getting any of his money. JM

If you tell her, I swear to god I'll tell her about him putting you in the hospital. You think she's smothering now? JM

Alright! I don't think I can face another round of chicken soup and sympathy. -SM

You would be damn well whoring and you know it. -SM

Nope. I'd been working a job, /obviously/. And you'd be my client! -JM

But you couldn't pay me because I suppose that would be whorin. JM

I'll obtain leverage to save your ass pro bono. How's that? JM

Do you do this for other 'clients' then? -SM

Don't know. Maybe I would. I don't like what he does to you. I don't like any of the fuckers who do that shit. JM

I work jobs for in exchange for trade and services. What you do for me, I can't pay you for, I aint got nothing you need. This is something /I/ could do. To maybe pay you back a little. JM

Pay me back. Is that what you think? You think I need 'payment' for helping you, and that the best way to do that is to get my dad to fuck you? -SM

And what 'jobs'. Jim please don't tell me you whore yourself out... -SM

I said it didn't I? Obviously it's what I think. I'm just trying to help and I'm sick and tired of the way he treats you. You really think he's going to let up on you just because you've gone to college. JM

My consulting work you moron. You know, the ones you help me with? Always jumping to the worst conclusions. JM

Oh right, those jobs. -SM

I know I'm small time now, but I'm improving! JM

And besides, you'd still be my friend even if I did sell my ass. Actually you'd probably be my pimp. JM

Yeah, you used to get threatened by schoolyard bullies. Now you get threatened by drug dealers. –SM

I would make a pretty good pimp for you. -SM

It's a sign that I'm moving up in the world. JM

Oh please, you're against me having a romp with your da despite his influence and money. You're against it even though it could save your skin and provide security for you. You wouldn't make a good pimp, like I said- too emotionally invested. JM

Have you done it though ... sex with a bloke. -SM

Sure I have. You got a problem with that? JM

Well yeah a bit. -SM

Yeah well it's none of your fucking business who I have sex with. JM

God not a problem with you though. I mean you've always been pretty damn gay. Just ... some other guy feeling you up. Got a problem with him. -SM

Oh. Well that's still none of your business Mr. Moran. JM

Wait what do you mean by "other" guy? JM

I mean whichever twat ended up rolling with you. -SM

No twats that's the point. JM

Fuck. -SM

How many? -SM

How many what? JM

How many bastards have you slept with? -SM

Oh /god/ you /are/ my mum. JM

Don't tell her about that, though, yeah? She doesn't know. I'd get worse than the hair brush if she ever found out. JM

Course I won't. I like your arse the shape it is. -SM

So you /do/ like my arse. JM

Well I'd prefer it only mildly bruised rather than destroyed completely. What's worse than the hairbrush? -SM

She'd probably beat me bloody with a fire poker if she ever found out about- you know, me. JM

I won't tell her. Won't tell anyone. Apart from obviously all the guys that clearly already know. Huh. -SM

Down boy. JM

"Huh?" That's mildly ominous. JM

You running around having sex with everyone. How many? -SM

It's hardly /everyone./ God, you do think I'm a whore. JM

I don't think you're a whore. I'm just bloody annoyed that I've been the one saving your hide from the Powers' and you've been happily letting other blokes in at your arse the whole time. -SM

Well there /is/ a difference between someone I want to have a fuck with and someone who thinks they have a right to jump me in the bloody showers. JM

That's not what I mean you silly little fucker. -SM

Look, I don't know what Adler told you but I'm not a bloody poof. -SM

Just, fucks sake I dunno you've never shown even half an interest in me. -SM

You can't make me out like an asshole for passing over you while in the same breath insisting you're straight. Why should I throw myself at someone who is /clearly/ not interested. JM

I get around so I'm obliged to offer you a turn too? JM

You'd happily throw yourself at my father and you don't know whether he's straight... -SM

For him it's a power thing. He wouldn't care about age or race or gender, he gets off on bullying people who are weaker than he is. And I'm not "happily throwing myself at him" I was just trying to fucking help you. JM

Huh. I am not weaker than he is. Yeah, yeah, I know. It's fine. You're fine. -SM

I notice you don't argue that he gets off on it though. JM

You really think he's not had anyone else over since mum buggered off to California? -SM

Ugh, no honestly. I am sorry that you're so aware of his sex life. JM

It's not like I hear it, the house is big enough. But I overhear bits, see the sort of people he brings home. I almost wish he would hire a sodding whore, it's depressing that they all seem happy to get knocked around for free. -SM

Hey, some people are into that kind of thing. JM

You are actually one of them :-) JM

Yeah, but not with my /dad/. -SM

No, not with your dad. JM
You know I'm always happy to help out with you little... problem. I could probably give Irene a run for her money. JM

I'll give you fair warning though... I do favor the hairbrush. JM

And I wouldn't just let some big bastard do me over and get hot for him. It would have to be something like Adler did, not someone I'd be wanting to punch back. -SM

What? -SM

What /problem/... -SM

Huh, good to know. JM

Well... I got the impression that your... preferences in the way you like to be treated in the bedroom might be limiting your chances. After all it's a rare bird that can top someone like you. I just thought you might be frustrated. JM

I'm just teasing you mate, you are way too easy to rile up. JM

Jesus fuck how am I ever meant to tell when you're serious? -SM

Fucking hell. –SM

Oops, did I get you all hot and bothered? JM

Ha. You bloody wish. Just keep your bloody inquiring mind out of my bedroom activities alright? -SM

Oh I don't need to have an inquiring mind. I have photographic evidence. JM

I didn't know your face could do that. JM

Of what exactly... oh god she didn't did she? -SM

Ha. No. You're pissing around again. -SM

I'll never tell. JM

After all it is /so/ difficult to tell when I'm joking. JM

Do you think that big goon is just going to break my legs and take the money tomorrow? JM

I don't think the dealer will, but if he's told his boss they might decide to teach you a little lesson about cheeky buggers who steal drugs. -SM

He won't have told his boss- he'd be much more likely to be taught a lesson. But I suppose there won't be any reason for him not to tell him once he's got the money from me. JM

Sigh. The things I do for you. JM

Oh this is for me is it? Am I supposed to be grateful that you've got yourself into this mess? -SM

I'll come with you if you like - I've slapped him once before, he won't try it again. -SM

/You/ got yourself into a mess that didn't exist and now I'm bailing you out. Everything was going to plan until that stupid lump took a swing at you. JM

Oh it's /my/ fault now? Nice to know. What should I have done then? -SM

Hm, I guess you should have just told him that you didn't know any dumb skinny Irish blokes and let him be. But that's okay, you couldn't be expected to know what to do- you didn't even know what was going on. JM

... yeeah that probably would have been the best idea. -SM

At least I didn't tell him your name. -SM

Yes, /thank you/ Sebastian for not telling the menacing drug dealer my name. JM

I've decided that it's best to just do nothing. If I pay him now then I'll be going against the man I did business with. I think it would be wiser to just avoid the goon on the street corner for now, don't you? JM

That means leave him alone Seb. JM

Awwww dammit. Okay then. I won't touch him. /And/ I'll stay out of trouble with my dad. /And/ keep up with the not smoking. Happy? -SM

Extremely. I really /must/ question Irene on her methods, they seem to have done wonders for you. JM

I'm sure your intelligent enquiring mind will be able to work it out from the clues you've been given. She's a lady, doesn't kiss and tell. -SM

No she's definitely more of a kiss and show type. JM

Allegedly I mean. JM

I genuinely can't work out how much you know. I'm not about to shoot my trap off if you don't know all the sneaky little things she got me to confess. -SM

Oh Sebastian, I'm hurt. You'd share all your secrets with some broad who you didn't even fuck but you won't tell your closest friend? JM

They were quite exceptional circumstances. Who knows, if you get me bent over a sofa, blindfolded in silken chains with my arse on fire you might get some secrets sliding out. -SM

I'm sure that's not the only thing that would be sliding out. JM

Whoopsie! Anyway! I'll just have to keep that in mind next time I see you. I want to know what you've gotten me for Christmas and I'm simply dying of suspense. JM

You are fucking weird sometimes. -SM

No his names Wilde. -JM

Shit. JM

Wilde, hmm? -SM

And if you continue trying to dodge the dealers and hope they just go away you'll be getting a new kidney for Christmas. -SM

You would give me one of your kidneys? I think that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me. JM

No, I'd cut out one of someone else's kidneys and give it to you. -SM

I need mine. -SM

Maybe Wilde's kidney seeing as you've already sampled his fucking DNA. -SM

Oh how thoughtful, used kidneys. JM

You know he's actually quite tame in the bedroom. I know, it was a disappointment for me too. I mean with a name like 'Wilde" I didn't think I could go wrong. JM

I don't want to know what you and Fucking Bastard Wilde got up to in the bedroom. -SM

What did he do to you, did he hurt you? -SM

What? No! JM

I just said he was tame, didn't I? JM

Yeah well. -SM

Just checking. -SM

What was his first name? -SM

And technically I'm still seeing him so it's what we "get up to" in the bedroom. But that won't last long if he doesn't impress me soon. He's growing very tedious. JM

I didn't say. JM

You're still seeing him. -SM

Right. -SM

For now, like I said. He's underperforming. JM

Fine. -SM

Feel free to tell him that when you stalk him down later. JM

Oh don't worry I fucking will do. -SM

I'll tell him he's an under-performing wanker and then kick him in the balls. -SM

Oh don't damage those! JM

You are the wanker, threatening helpless twinks. JM

Oh? He's a little twink is he? That your type then? -SM

I'll damage any part of him that touched you. -SM

Oh... /well/ that's certainly ambitious. JM

I don't have a type~ JM

Are you trying to wind me up again? Because it's working. -SM

Did you fuck him then? Or did he fuck you? -SM

Well /that's/ enough sharing for today. JM

And it's not my fault that you are a prude. You wind yourself up. JM

I'm not a damn prude! I just don't like the idea of you fucking around with other people, alright? -SM

I mean I can understand your father- but Wilde is perfectly nice and he's not that old. JM

If the idea of other people having sex offends you, that means you're a prude. ;) JM

I didn't know you still had a damn boyfriend. -SM

Not all other people you silly twat, just you. -SM

You think I don't get hot thinking of Adler and her girls sliding around over each other? -SM

He's not my boyfriend JM

What did I ever do to deserve this special privilege? -_- JM

Ew, no I hadn't really considered it before. Especially since you didn't know she was gay until I told you today. JM

I knew she fancied women, didn't know it was exclusive. -SM

Okay, as long as you aren't lumping all women into fantasies for wanking off to. JM

Just the ones that strip you naked, tie you up, and work you over with a riding crop. JM

Yeah, Exactly. -SM

Wait. -SM

I didn't mention the riding crop... -SM

Fucking - she has shown you those pictures. -SM

Ask me no questions and I shall tell you no lies. -JM

I sure as hell didn't tell you about the riding crop. -SM

Heh - bet your precious Wilde never let you play with one of those. -SM

No I've never involved Wilde with my riding crop. JM

As I've said, he's a bit dull but he's sweet. JM

But please don't go and get a big head thinking that you have some kind of sexual experience I don't. JM

Oh, you actually have a riding crop? How come? I mean Adlers a rich brat with a riding school membership, how did you get one. -SM

I didn't say I'd used one on somebody. JM

You said you'd never involved Wilde with your riding crop. Implied you have one. -SM

Oh I misspoke. I meant I'd never been involved with Wilde and a riding crop, I don't own one. JM

Oh yeah, one of your other conquests, hmm? -SM

And I totally have had plenty of sexual experience you haven't. -SM

I doubt it~ JM

Oh come on, the things Adler did to me. -SM

Well, as I said, I've never used a crop on someone. So no. JM

And what makes you think I've never done any of those things? JM

Or had those things done to me. JM

Not by a woman, yeah? -SM

Who the fuck used a crop on you. -SM

I've been with women before, not more than two though. JM

Oh please like I'm ever going to tell you JM

You threatened to neuter my vanilla fuck buddy. JM

How come you've been getting so much? Are all you peasants at it like rabbits? -SM

I'll do more than just neuter the bastard. -SM

Yes Sebastian. The impoverished have nothing better to do with their limited time on this earth then to fuck around. We are unbelievably bored all the time because we have no money to entertain ourselves with and procreate until we have more children than we can feed. JM

I don't know why I meant to be sarcastic, that's actually rather accurate. JM

You don't know him so I'm not worried for poor Wilde. JM

I really wish Adler hadn't turned me down. Miss the bitch. -SM

Oh I'm sure you're absolutely heart broken. JM

Well. It's not exactly my heart that's the most upset. -SM

You are a bastard. JM

Well you have plenty of fantasies of gay women being together for your personal enjoyment. That'll keep you warm on cold nights. JM

I think you just need to get laid. JM

It would do wonders for your personality. JM

Well yeah, I'd appreciate it. I thought I'd really have my chance with Adler, but fucking no. -SM

The good ones are always gay. I mean, hey, look at me. JM

Can I have your twink, Wilde? If you don't need him anymore. -SM

He's not your type. JM

And I won't have you using my poor dears like that, you don't deserve them. JM

Well true, he's a bloke but I'm sure I'll find somewhere to stick it. -SM

And /that's/ why a bird won't fuck you. JM

To be fair I can't think of many guys that would appreciate that attitude either. JM

Don't worry Seb, I'm sure you'll lose your virginity one day. JM

You shut the fuck up I'm not a virgin. -SM

I told you I had a one night stand. And then there was Adler. -SM

Oh please, I bet she didn't even touch you once. JM

Oh I'm sorry, I must have conveniently forgotten about the other one. JM

Actually now you mention it she didn't. Not with her hands anyway. Heh. -SM

Yeah well there was the other one. I told you before. -SM

Irene has a no skin on skin contact policy. Those gloves are hot though. JM

Remind me again? JM

They are aren't they. Real leather as well. How many pictures have you seen exactly? -SM

I haven't seen any, I'm just familiar with her practices. JM

We did work together after all. JM

Thank fucking Christ for that. Oh? By 'work together' what happened, you two doing over some poor sod in a basement? -SM

Now that I'd pay to watch... -SM

Why watch? It could just as well be you. JM

Stop fucking teasing. -SM

You and Adler between you could rip me to pieces. -SM

I'm not teasing, just adding ideas to your wank material. JM

Yours seemed a bit stale. JM

You have no idea what I wank over. -SM

Although you could probably guess. -SM

Yeah there wasn't any one night stand. But you know that. -SM

I /knew/ you're a virgin. JM

Hey there's no shame. JM

Why would I be fucking ashamed. -SM

I mean, I can't hardly /remember/ but you know. We were all there at one point. JM

Besides what happened with Adler was better that any late night fumble with some tittering girl. -SM

Oh shut the hell up, you're a slut anyway. -SM

That I can agree with you on. She's really going to go places. JM

First I'm a whore, now I'm a slut.. make up your mind JM

Sluts do it for free. -SM

You'd think I'd have learned to charge people by now since I'm apparently doing it all the time. How did I end up so fucking poor? JM

And if you say it's because I'm a bad whore I'll kick your teeth in. JM

Oh? Am I overstepping the mark? Should I go get the hairbrush? -SM

You /wish/ I'd use the hairbrush on you. JM

Well you know, if you ever need tips or advice you know who to call. I'm sure quite a bit of it translates between pleasing men and pleasing women. JM

I doubt you'd leave much of a mark. I mean compared to my father you're just a skinny little thing. -SM

Is that a challenge Mr. Moran? Because I could top the hell out of you. JM

oh really? I'm not convinced. I don't think you'd leave much of an impression at all. -SM

Oh yeah? You know Phillips older brother? The rugby playing? JM

I topped that. JM

Fucking what! What the hell has that fucker got I haven't. -SM

Next practice he is going fucking down I swear. -SM

He's on your team idiot. JM

Besides, I might want to see him again JM

He hasn't got anything you haven't got moron Moran. It's what I haven't got that's the problem, isn't it? JM

Why? What don't you have? You are not seeing him again, I'll jump on his head. -SM

I haven't got a twat you twit. JM

Yeah? And Adler might not have had one for all I got to see of it. -SM

:-) JM

poor you JM

You sound truly sympathetic, you really do. Ha. Looking forward to taking on Phillips now. -SM

No no Philips is the younger brother, who /also/ does Rugby. His brother's just graduated from uni a year or so ago. JM

Sorry I know this is confusing. I almost got them mixed up too once JM

But I was very very drunk. JM

Ah what the hell, I'll smack up both of them. -SM

Two for the price of one, yeah? -SM

That's exactly what I thought. JM

Kidding! JM

Jesus Jim what the hell are you trying to do to me today? -SM

Raise your blood pressure enough to cause cardiac failure and when you die I'll receive your family's money, it's all written out in your will. JM

Like my dad would leave money to you. -SM

He barely even knows who you are. -SM

Seriously, you just make it too easy- leave yourself wide open. How can I be expected to resist? You know my self-control is shit. JM

Not yet he doesn't~ JM

I'm getting that, yeah. -SM

KIDDING JM

I'm sort of tempted to walk into his study right now and tell him I've been fucking you for the last two years. How do you think he'd react to that one? Think there'll be any skin /left/ on my arse? -SM

No, I think he'd take a page out of my ma's book and just use the fire poker. JM

Does your da even know who I am? JM

He genuinely cares too much about his reputation. "Rich diplomat beats son to death with fire poker" would destroy him. He knows I hang around with some sort of unsavoury character from the terraced houses. -SM

Ooooo, I like the air of mystery JM

He knows where I live and he still let you be seen with me? JM

I could go in there right now ... fuck he'd go nuts. -SM

Specially as I've been behaving so well for the last few weeks. -SM

We should just hope he never finds out I'm an immigrant. JM

Don't you dare. You have one job JM

Oh he knows you're Irish. He's joked about it before now. -SM

Why do you care anyway? You can get Philips the rugby player and brother to sort you out. -SM

I was only half kidding about what I'll do if you are sent to the hospital again, you'd better not land yourself in there on purpose. JM

You're an idiot. JM

Oh? What were you going to do to me if I ended up in hospital? -SM

Although seeing as Adler won't cane me now, and you're slutting around with half the school I think my dads the only chance I have. -SM

Not funny asshole. JM

I told you if he put you in the hospital again I'm going to get some actual leverage over him. You seemed to disapprove of my methods. So I'm reminding you that you shouldn't try and get yourself there on purpose if you are really squeamish about this. JM

Huh. Maybe you might as well just fuck him. -SM

Why because now you think I'm a slut? JM

No Course not. -SM

I'll get a good beating, you get to fuck my dad, Alder gets to sleep with women. Everyone's happy. -SM

Don't be stupid. JM

You're being childish. JM

Jim the state I'm in right now I need a fight with /someone/. -SM

Where does your Wilde live? -SM

Fine, come over here you can smack me around like you've been itching to all day. JM

What the problem, I'm the one that's been winding you up. JM

Because I can't hit you. -SM

That wouldn't make me feel better, just make me feel worse. -SM

Sure you can, it's easy. I'm a reed remember. JM

Although I won't pretend it wouldn't feel fucking good for the first few slaps. -SM

No. -SM

I'd rather you beat the hell out of someone then get the hell beaten out of you. JM

I can hit you back if you want an actual fight. If that'll make you feel better. JM

I'll win though. You really think I want to look at you in a crumpled heap on the floor and know it was me that did it? -SM

Yeah well. I don't care which one. -SM

I won't crumple. JM

Irish are tough like weeds. :) JM

Heh. My dad has said that exact same thing. -SM

Oh, well I'm glad that your dad and I agree on /something./ JM

There's more than a few things you agree on. But you are completely opposite in every other damn way. -SM

Right, I'm going in to tell him. Think he'll get the cane out? -SM

I will take that as a compliment. JM

Don't you fucking dare. JM

Sebastian I can get real serious real quick here. JM

You can't keep one fucking promise? JM

What do you want me to do eh? Whatever you want, just fucking stop this shit. You are too good to be that idiot's punching bag. JM

Fine. -SM

Why should I keep one fucking promise? Why? Because you know I will? -SM

You haven't been serious all day. You've been teasing and pissing around, telling me you know what I told Adler, making me think you might actually - and then you just laugh and piss off and now, now that I want to just fucking hurt and break and get broken, NOW suddenly the game stops. -SM

God you're good. -SM

Because I care about you, you fucking idiot! And I don't want to just watch you self-destruct without /trying./ What's so wrong about giving a shit, huh? JM

Because you've been making me self-destruct all day. And when I finally bloody give in you yank me out. -SM

What have I been doing? I thought we were just having a laugh! JM

Gods I can't- you have to /tell/ me if I'm doing something that bothers you JM

Oh yeah because going "please oh please Jim stop pretending you're going to cane my ass then ride it like Adler did with a fucking dildo" is going to wonders for my street cred. –SM

You: You are impossible. JM

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OK fine. Sleep with him. Whatever. Do what you need to do. -SM

Are you serious? JM

What brought this on? JM

Had an argument with him. -SM

About Sandhurst. -SM

Shit. JM

What happened? JM

He wants me to go to uni first. I told him where to stick that one. It escalated. -SM

Fuck Seb. Where are you now? JM

In my room. He's pissed off to the club. -SM

Okay. JM

Are you alright? JM

I'll live. -SM

Just fucking angry. -SM

The only point of me sticking around with the fucker was so he could get me to Sandhurst. -SM

Yeah, I know. Would uni be so bad? You wouldn't have to go locally? JM

local or not the point is I'd be pissing around in dull lectures for three years. -SM

Sandhurst isn't worth it? JM

I guess it is. Fuck I just thought I was about to go there, not that I'd have to wait three years. -SM

It's shite I know. JM

It's a fucking joke. -SM

If you go you'll have to let me borrow all of your text books. :-) JM

What should I study? -SM

To be honest it was the same old arguement, it just started with Sandhurst. -SM

You might learn something you know. You're a force to be reckoned with now but muscle with an education? I'm just saying it could benefit you. JM

Oh god, you're as bad as him. -SM

Do you want a go with the belt as well? -SM

Don't know? Depends on what you want to do after? You could do a communications or cultural communications. JM

Fuck you. JM

Always darling. JM

What did you argue over after? JM

Cultural commumications? Are you fucking kidding me? -SM

Same old - basically I'm not the son he wanted and he's not the father I'd like. -SM

Then he tugged his belt off and it all got a bit mad -SM

I caught him a good shiner in the face though, he'll have trouble explaining that at the club. -SM

If you want a career in the military it could be helpful. Besides it might help you learn how to talk to people and not just repress all of your broodiness inside. JM

Well we can't choose our fathers. JM

What kind of shape are you in? JM

I do not fucking repress anything. I'm fine. Nothings bleeding. Just bloody sore. -SM

Sure you don't. JM

You're an idiot. I told you not to fuck with him. That was stupid. JM

...How hard did you hit him? JM

If this is about me and Adler and that fucking stupid text conversation we had yesterday... -SM

Smacked him a good one. It'll bruise. Heh. -SM

Good boy. JM

He started it! I was being good. Then he just all out of nowhere asked about my uni applications. -SM

And we know how much you /love/ surprises. JM

Well, I think you should do it. One of us should get out of this shit hole. I can help you with your applications. JM

I didn't even swear back for the first few sentences. He still got fucking angry. What happened to your scholarship applications? -SM

I'm not sure they are going to pan out. JM

My AS-levels don't look good. It's okay. JM

Oh come on, you should have aced those, you're smart as fuck

I aced the maths scores and did pretty well on the science. The rest of it isn't as easy. JM

Ah. Yeah. I just bullshit the rest. Came out with a decent handful of GCSEs but then with all the extra tutoring you'd think I would have. -SM

Tried to study up on the other subjects but that was around the time my ma got sick. It's okay, I'll figure something out. JM

You should go to uni - you'd do well. Although might get a bit bored. I'll be bored as fuck. -SM

Maybe just join some posh twat drinking club and break a few heads. -SM

We'll see. JM

You won't be bored, you'll be /studying./ JM

Besides just think of all the women you'll meet. JM

Like fuck I will. I'll be getting drunk and fighting rugger buggers. -SM

Oh yeah. A load of rich posh uni birds. Fun. -SM

Posh girls are usually looking to go slumming while they can. You have just the look for it to. JM

I'm hardly the slumming option -SM

I'm the rich son of a famous diplomat. -SM
Of course you will. It's a good thing that head of your is so thick- else you'd get brain damage. JM

I just hang around with impoverished brats. -SM

Yeah but you're all /dangerous/ and moody. But you have all of the connections and credentials- that makes their parents happy. JM

I know it does. They all start twittering around me at embassy dos. I should buy a leather jacket and fingerless gloves. -SM

Ouch. I see that all along I've just been your PR stunt. It's so nice to be appreciated, if only as a charity case. JM

Don't forget the sunglasses. JM

It's not like I take you along as a mascot. Actually last time all that happened was the Iranian ambassador felt me up behind a pot plant and I almost caused a diplomatic incident by trying to slap him. -SM

Why did I never hear about this? JM

Ew, how old was he? JM

Thirties? He's fairly new. All slicked back hair and over-white smile. Bastard. Should I have told you? -SM

You should bring me along as your mascot. And introduce me to the ambassador. JM

Hell no. Given what you told me yesterday you'd probably jump him and fuck him all over the salad. -SM

One- fuck you. Two- salad dressing just sounds gross. JM

You know, I hadn't considered it but you probably lucked out a little. Some people might have actually offered you to the new ambassador to gain favor. JM

As shitty as your dad is at least he's not pimping you out to his colleagues. JM

You - fuck that's evil. -SM

It happens. Poor upper classes. Turns out everybody has their price. It's just some people are worth more. JM

I've disappointed my dad enough without getting buggered for his career. -SM

Don't you dare put the idea into his head though. -SM

What the fuck, of course I won't. Like I'd ever give him more ways to be shitty to you. JM

Yeah well the way my arse feels right now, the thought of being forced to take a faceless diplomat up the arse doesn't do much for me. Not on his orders. -SM

I had thought you were into that sort of thing. Is it just because he's a bloke? JM

Speaking of, were you serious about what you said? JM

No it's because my fucking dad would be pimping me out. -SM

Was I serious about what? -SM

What you said. About blackmailing your dad? JM

I don't want you to say something and then decide you want to change your mind later and leave me in the cold. Jm

So don't mind that he's a bloke? Did you think he's attractive? JM

The Iranian bastard? Nah. He was too smooth and oily. Although he did grope nice and hard. Yes, I meant that. Do what you want. -SM

Okay. JM

You got like a handheld video camera or something? I don't have anything like that. JM

Yeah. I've got a camcorder in the attic. Got it one birthday. -SM

K. Try and find it for me. I'll hide it in his office or bedroom or something and after I leave you can go back and get it. JM

But I should hold on the video. He'll just tear apart your room looking for it. JM

Yeah. Do you want me to take it from him or shall I bugger off as well? -SM

You should stay somewhere else for a few days after I tell him. It'll give him some time to cool off. He'll still be pissed as hell. But there won't be shit he can actually do about it. JM

You can stay with me if you need to JM

Yeah, I'd prefer to. He'll be properly mad and after today I'm not sure I want to take it. Just tell me where to put the camcorder and I'll hide it for you then try not to think about it. -SM

You're a good friend. JM

Fuck you. -SM

Anytime you're ready princess ;-) JM

Do you think office or bedroom would be better? I'm thinking office but I don't know him as well as you do. JM

Can't see him fucking you in the office. Bedroom is more likely. -SM

Let's go with bedroom then. I'd rather not do this more than once so I'd like to go with whichever room is more likely to yield successful results. JM

Yeah I'd rather not do it more than once either. Stop fucking pissing around, I had enough of that yesterday. -SM

Oh you've had enough now? JM

I had enough soon after you started. Just do what you have to do with my dad because I'm not taking a hiding like that again. -SM

Go ahead and set everything up. You can come over when you're done. Come in through my window though, I don't want ma to see you. JM

You won't. I promise. JM

You think I want your ma seeing my like this? I'll be in through the window. As long as I don't have to sit down anywhere. -SM

It'll be late by the time you get here- just go to sleep. JM

Are you gonna do it tonight? -SM

I'll leave the first aid kit out for you. JM

Just come back safe yeah? Don't let him hurt you. -SM

If my dad gets to fuck you first I'll kill someone. -SM

No reason not to, he's out right now and you aren't going back until this is done. Bring a duffle with a change or two of clothes- I don't think you'd fit in my clothes... JM

I thought we established he's not the first haha JM

I meant - don't know what I meant. -SM

Not thinking straight. -SM

Don't worry princess- that's my job. JM

Did you place the camera yet? You should probably hurry. JM

Yeah, yeah it's in the bastard attic I'm just getting it out. -SM

Then I'll scoot, you'll get him when he's home from the club, probably drunk, still angry and a bit horny. -SM

Just what you need. -SM

Sounds peachy. JM

Best to place it on a bookshelf or something like that. A desk. Anywhere it can be hidden in clutter. JM

Right, got the damn thing. Just finding a place to hide it. How are you going to start it recording? -SM

I'm going to get there before your da, don't worry. I'm leaving my house now, I left the window unlocked for you. JM

Thanks, what do you want left unlocked here? -SM

Camera is in place. It's on the cream bookshelf if you need to know where to angle yourself. -SM

Door is fine. Thanks, I'll make sure it's set. JM

Right. -SM

Okay, all sorted, I'm limping over to yours now. Good luck and never fucking tell me about it. -SM

Although I'm sure there will be plenty of lurid photos all over the tabloids. -SM

Hey, you'll be my safety yeah? Like if I'm not back to my house by say... noon tomorrow? You know not to go yourself, call the cops or something. JM

Not if all goes to plan. I don't have any intention of ruining his career, he's no use if he's disgraced. JM

I've lost track of what you are trying to do. Just get on with it. And of course I'll call the police. He's unlikely to kill you though. -SM

I know, it's just in case I was too hurt to get home or unconscious. I don't expect you'll have to do anything, but it's better to be safe. JM

There's a chance he might get carried away with smacking you around and then shove you in the cellar when you pass out. -SM

Well at least you'll tell them where to look for my body. JM

Don't worry, yeah? You won't have to deal with him again. JM

I'll try not to worry. Right, I'm now out the house. Go for it. -SM

See you at home. JM

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"Hello sir." Jim watched Augustus Moran startle and whirl around to look at him. No doubt he'd thought Sebastian would be up in his room licking his wounds and he hadn't expected to encounter anyone downstairs. Jim's mind whirled as he catalogued the flushed face and aggressive posture. Drunk, still angry, and horny. Sebastian had been right—he didn't know if that was a relief or not. It did certainly make his job easier.

He'd snuck in the unlocked front door and done a cursory study of the house's layout before the other man had returned. He'd been to the house before but he'd never seen more than a couple of rooms and honestly had had no idea where Moran's bedroom was. Now Jim knew of the easy exits and where he could find several serviceable weapons. Moran kept a locked gun cabinet that Jim had no intention of going anywhere near—in fact he would avoid them entirely—but he did know where the knives were kept in the kitchen and where various found weapons were. Just in case this thing ended up going arse over tea kettle. Jim wouldn't risk this—Moran was a very dangerous man and too much was at stake. He felt his blood sing in anticipation.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" Moran took a menacing step forward and made like he would grab at Jim. Too soon. The smaller boy dodged back a step and held his empty hands up to pacify the other man.

"I'm sorry sir! I was just looking for Sebastian, he wasn't answering his phone. He's not here though."

Moran's face reddened at the reminder of his son and the knowledge that he was out so late. "You need to leave." This time Jim allowed his arm to be grabbed. Show time. He began to struggle and caused a ruckus, when he /accidentally/ jabbed Moran in the gut with his elbow in the struggle. Moran swore and wrapped his hand around Jim's other arm. He was now twisted around so his back was facing Moran and the other man had his arms wrapped around him from behind as he struggled.

/Now./ Jim leaned back into the other man's chest but continued to move about as though he was trying to get away. He pressed his ass against the man behind him and was startled to feel that Moran was already erect. /Fuck, Sebastian really wasn't kidding./ Jim continued to squirm and felt Moran's erection grow as he wiggled and pressed his ass against the other man.

Moran finally just picked Jim up and threw him against the couch. He sprawled and tried to get his feet under him so that he could run. This wasn't good. He needed to be in the bedroom. Jim made a show of breathing heavily and widened his eyes in fear, looking every bit the scared teenager. In fact, he'd bet that he looked quite a bit younger with his small stature and fearful expression.

Moran leapt for him but Jim got up and dodged under his arm. He bolted for the staircase and headed for the other man's bedroom. Jim tried to make it look like he had simply fled and accidentally ended up in the older man's bedroom when searching for an exit or a place to hide. He only got to the upstairs hallway before Moran caught up to him and grabbed him roughly by the shoulders. Jim pretended to struggle until the other man dragged him to his bedroom, pushing him through the open doorway.

Jim fell heavily onto the hardwood floor in Moran's bedroom. He knew he wasn't in line with the camera yet so he made a show of backing away from Moran who was stalking towards him. Distantly Jim had to admit that he made a very menacing figure from his place on the ground. "Stop! What are you doing!?" Jim's voice was high and panicked, young. Moran kicked him in the side and Jim didn't even need to feign the pained noise he made as he went down and his body went limp. /Fuck/ that hurt. They were within the camera's range though, so it wasn't for nothing.

Augustus reached down and picked up Jim by the front of his tee shirt, dragging him to his feet. "Let me go! I don't like this, let me /go!/" Moran grabbed Jim roughly by the back of his neck and kissed him violently, forcing his mouth open. Jim let a confused whimper through and he felt Moran's dick harden against his thigh at the noise. Sick fuck. It wasn't going to be enough to just roll over and let the other man fuck him. Jim had to push the man to violence, the perceived brutality would be what really damned Moran and would make his blackmail all the more valuable. It was a good thing he already knew all of Moran's buttons to push from Sebastian. Jim allowed the kiss to continue for a few more moments before he bit down on the other man's lip, hard. He tasted blood in his mouth and then his vision exploded into color.

He found himself dazed on the floor again, confused about how he'd gotten there. He thought Moran might have back handed him or punched him. His mouth hurt. There was blood but he wasn't sure whose it was. Suddenly he was flipped over onto his back as Moran pinned both of his small wrists under his meaty hand and held his chin in place with the other. Moran's face was inches from his, his eyes seemed to glow and blood dripped from his lip. "Bite me again and you'll be shitting teeth, you hear me?"
Jim nodded but didn't trust himself to speak. He couldn't be sure he wouldn't make some stupid ass remark and get another punch to the face. Moran released his chin but continued to pin his wrists to the floor, Jim lay still as his shirt was rucked up to his chin. He felt Moran's mouth on his body and he shut down, letting his mind drift off. /Just lie back and think of England…/ Jim bit his lip to keep a giggle from escaping. Numbers and mathematics danced across his closed eyes until a sharp pain on his chest dragged him into awareness.

Moran bit him, the fucker. Jim didn't worry, it didn't look deep enough to scar and that was all he really cared about. He wasn't about to let this bastard leave any permanent damage or marks. Moran was laid on top of him and with their size differences Jim wasn't completely sure he could get away if things got really dangerous and he needed to.
Moran adjusted his body and went to work on Jim's trousers. The boy took a steadying breath to center himself before he started crying. As Jim forced tears to leak past his eyes he made halfhearted efforts to dislodge Moran and free his hands. He got a bruising punch to his gut for his defiance. As Jim gasped for breath Moran flipped him onto his stomach again and got his trousers off. Jim blinked and tried to focus on what was going on. The tears continued as he quietly pleaded to be left alone, he didn't want this. Please please please stop. He might as well have saved his breath for all the affect his pleading had on Moran—but then again his tears were for the camera. Jim was pretty disturbed to remember that for all Moran knew, this was absolutely real. He wondered if Augustus had done this to someone before and thought it likely.

Jim flinched away from cold hands on his body then tried to relax. It wouldn't help anything to fight during this part; he didn't want to get torn if he could help it. Besides, he'd covered the resisting and clear lack of consent earlier. It was convincing enough at this point if even Moran believed his performance. Jim buried his face in his arms and continued to shake with sobs as Moran stretched him.

At least he was getting prepped at all. He'd been anticipating the worst.

Jim let the pain he was feeling show in his body and sound through his sobs and pleas. A constant litany of expletives ran through his mind and he bit down on his bloody lip to keep from voicing them. He didn't struggle though; it hurt bad enough without doing something stupid.

He was the reed.

When Envie, Hate, Contempte, and Slaunder, rage:
Which are the stormes and tempestes of this life;
With patience then, wee must the combat wage,
And not with force resist their deadlie strife:
But suffer still, and then wee shall, in fine,
Our foes subdue, when they with shame shall pine

He was the reed in Aesop's fable. He adapted, he survived. If you cut off his head three more grew back and every single one would come back to bite you in the ass. And Moran would pay /dearly/ for this and everything else he'd done to Sebastian. Jim would be sure of it. He dug his finger nails into the wood floor, planning all of the /painful/ things he would make Moran do before the end. The fucker would /pay./

Bright hot pain raced down his spine as he felt Moran slowly entering him. He was not prepped enough. He was no way near ready for this and he choked back a shriek by biting down on his hand. God damn god damn god damn fuck fuck fuck. Jim tired to calm down, tried to take a deep breath but he wasn't entirely successful. He was just glad he hadn't done something stupid to attack Moran just to make it stop.

Jim's shoulders shook under the strain as Moran moved in and out of him, desperately trying to keep himself from sicking up. He focused on not buckling under the man's weight and the force of his movements. He focused on breathing fully and evenly and he focused on releasing the tension that had his body taunt as a bow. Eventually the fierce pain dulled down to a deep burn but Jim was already pretty sure his insides had torn a bit. Fucking hell it hurt. He let his mind go blank and he waited for it to be over.

Moran came inside him with a grunt and Jim fought not to be sick. He stayed completely still as the other man pulled out and began cleaning himself up. Jim took a shuttering breath, he couldn't breathe well because of the crying he'd done and the pain he felt in his body. It was done. /You just have to get up and get out of here./ Still, he couldn't make his body move right away.

He felt Moran watch him as Jim made aborted movements towards his trousers that were just out of reach. Moran knelt down and handed him his trousers in a misplaced effort at kindness, "Stupid little gutter brat." The amusement in his voice set Jim's teeth on edge and it took everything he had not to spit in his smug face. Now he thought he understood better when Sebastian couldn't help but incite his father. Moran stood and grabbed his own clothes as he walked to his connecting bathroom and shut the door. After a minute Jim heard the shower start up.

"God damn it," Jim whispered as he forced himself to move and get dressed. He didn't know that he had ever felt so awful. Strictly speaking he wasn't injured badly, he had a few bumps and bruises and maybe some internal tearing but he'd survive. He'd been beaten worse than this before, a few times, and yet he'd never had this much trouble just getting up and moving. The long walk home was going to be a real bitch, and he didn't even want to think about what climbing through the window would be like.

Suddenly he couldn't stand to be in this house a minute longer and the burst of motivation gave him the strength to move quicker. When Jim was fully dressed he located the hidden camcorder on the bookshelf and pressed the stop button before turning it off and placing it in his jeans pocket. Jim glared at the closed bathroom door one last time before limping towards the hallways and the stairs.

As he neared the front door Jim pulled out his mobile phone and checked the time. It hadn't been more than thirty minutes. The assault had sure as hell felt a lot longer than half an hour. Jim shook his head and opened his messenger app, he'd text Sebastian and let him know he was okay and headed back home.

Jim didn't have the energy or the ability to concentrate enough to send a full text so he wrote an abbreviation. He clicked send and tucked his phone into his pocket as he limped away to start the long trek back to his house. He felt the reassuring weight of the camera against his leg. Jim smiled up at the sky—he'd done it.

Jim: (later) omw. JM

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He managed to stumble over to Jim's and haul himself up to the window, pulling himself in with a little whimper of pain and lying on the floor for a while before getting up. He sneered at the medical kit open on the table then poured himself out a glass of whisky and lay face down on the sofa. Getting through about half of it before he fell asleep.

Jim choked on a breath as he reached up, trying to pull himself up and into the window. He was small and didn't weigh much but he was in rough shape. Eventually he wiggled through, he tore his lip again biting and trying to keep totally quiet. Sebastian was spread out; his huge frame dwarfed the tiny couch. He'd raided his whisky, the bastard. Jim limped over and sat on the floor next to the liquor, leaning his back against the couch near Sebastian's head. He exhaled a breath he'd been holding as he opened the bottle and
clinked it against the empty glass when he poured himself a drink.

Sebastian had woken at the noise at the window, feeling a horrible tearing sensation in his stomach at the realization that it was Jim coming back. Jim coming back after fucking his dad, and half of London, and not him. He kept his eyes shut though, hearing Jim sit down next to him and the clink of the bottle. Then he spoke, trying to keep his voice light and fairly unconcerned. "Get what you wanted?"

"Oh yeah," he whispered with a smile. The movement stung but he was still riding the high of a successful job, even a shitty one. "That fucker's going down. I have the camera with me though, I was going to get it later but I couldn't risk him finding it in the meantime. So I filched in when he was in the shower." He put down his empty glass, "Speaking of, I really need one too." Jim didn't get up though; he was mostly comfortable where he was and couldn't find the motivation to move just yet.

It felt like most of his stomach was dropping out now, and the whisky swirling around inside was starting to make him feel sick. He still didn't want to open his eyes, to see what damage had been inflicted. His hand moved up and slid around Jim's throat. "Yeah. You should wash." He managed. He'd decided this morning, nursing the beating, that as Jim didn't want to fuck him and his father was clearly going to keep hurting him that he might as well just get Jim to stop it. He hadn't thought he'd feel this shite afterwards.

Jim stood slowly, hissing at the painful movement. Worth it though. So worth it. His friend's sanity had been enough of a reason to do it, not to mention the endless possibilities for monetary, political, and personal advancement that blackmailing someone with Moran's influence offered. A fierce grin broke across his face. He would make sure Moran paid for every bit of pain he'd caused his son. Sebastian would never want for anything again. But first, he needed a god damn shower. He turned to look down at Sebastian in the dark, "I'll leave the bathroom door unlocked for you. You know..." His teeth flashed and his eyes reflected the moonlight that streamed through the window, "Just in case you need to puke or something."

"Fuck off." Sebastian managed sounding tired, and then made himself look up, eyes narrowing as he saw the state of Jim's face. Pushing himself upright he grabbed Jim's shoulders, taking his chin in his fingers and tilting his head from side to side. He didn't want to know, but he couldn't not ask. "Did he fuck you?" he asked bluntly, trying to keep his anger down.

Jim lost his grin, watching the anger spread over his friend's face. He knew what he looked like, he'd caught his reflection on the way out of Seb's house. His mouth was bruised and his lip was busted. Thankfully that was the only damage to his face. His expression was stony and cold, he felt the exhilaration slip away. "I thought you didn't want to know." He knew Sebastian must be appalled. Jim would have felt the same way if it were Sebastian but it /wasn't/ and that meant it wasn't the /same./ He knew Sebastian was convinced he was straight and maybe one day they could have worked around that, but Sebastian had reacted very badly when he heard about what Jim got around to in his free time. He tried not to act defensively or worse yet, snap back at his friend. Point was nothing was going to happen between them but it still... rankled that Sebastian thought he was some kind of whore.

Sebastian slid his thumb a little roughly over the bruises on Jim's face, various emotions battling inside him - anger, a certain amount of relief, and still the ache from his own dealings with his father. His thumb slid over the split in Jim's lip, a muscle working in his jaw as he tried to work out whether a fist or a tooth had made it. Deliberately, he reached down and started sliding up the shirt Jim was wearing, trying to assess all the damage. "Yeah, I didn't. But now I do."

Jim grabbed the bottom of his shirt and stopped Sebastian's movement. He tried to make a glib remark about the other boy stripping him in the darkened bedroom but it fell flat. "Stop. Leave it Sebastian."

Sebastian flinched at the words, stepping back and rubbing a hand over his face. Giving a sigh he sat down on the sofa arm giving a slightly miserable yowl as his arse came into contact with it. "You go shower. and thanks. Can't have been fun. Never thought my dad would get the chance to fuck you before I did."

Jim folded his arms across his chest and stared the larger boy down. He seemed so much smaller just then, somehow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Sebastian scowled but he knew that if he didn't get it out now, in a dark room with both of them hurting from his fathers hand and a good glass of whiskey inside him, he'd never say it. Still, the odds of Jim laughing, hitting him, or telling him to fuck off were pretty high. "You know Adler gave me a pretty hard working over. And all the time she was pushing, pushing me to say shit, pushing to work out what I liked, what I wanted. And fuck by the end I told her. Told her what I wanted was that wicked little brain, fucked up mind, skinny little body. Told her I wanted you." It was easier not looking at Jim, directing his comments slightly angrily at the sofa. Reaching down he grabbed the whiskey bottle by the neck and took a swig. "Yeah. you. Then you started whittering on about all the other men you enjoyed fucking, when you've never so much as made a pass at me. So I thought why not add my dad to them if it gets him off my back. Can't hurt. But it does. Does hurt. There you go."

Jim didn't think he'd breathed once while Sebastian confessed to him. Never in a million years did he think he'd hear those words coming from his friend. His whirling mind slowed and then came to a halt. "I'm sorry." It wasn't more than a whisper, but he didn't know what else he could say. It was done. There was video. He shied away from the reminder that he would have to watch the video later to make sure everything came out right. That was going to be… Shitty. Everything about this was so fucked up and even he didn't know how to resolve this situation. "I didn't know Sebastian."

"Not your fault." Jim hadn't laughed, or responded in any of the ways Sebastian had thought he would. In fact he had apologised, which suddenly felt Sebastian feeling like the center of the world had stopped spinning in a rather unpleasant way. Reaching up he stroked his thumb along Jim's sore lip again. "look, this is all a fuck up. There is nothing about this that isn't fucked up. I'm queer, you've slept with my dad, and we're about to blackmail a major politician. Go have a shower. I'll have some more whisky. Then we can patch up our bruises and work out what the fuck we're going to do for the next few days while he goes mad. We'll sort everything else out later."

He reached up and grabbed the hand touching his mouth. Jim held Sebastian's hand as he searched his face, looking for something. "Okay," he whispered. The moment broke and he dropped Sebastian's hand and turned away, grapping some sweats and a clean towel. "Save some of that for me, don't drink it all you prat." He smiled at his friend before heading into the bathroom and closing the door.

Sebastian grinned, then took a shaky breath as Jim disappeared into the shower, scrubbing his hand over his face and then tugging his shirt up over his head and dropping it on the side of the sofa. Tugging the medical kit towards himself he looked at it and sighed, then poured himself a decent shot of whisky and gave a groan. He'd have to patch Jim up, which might require patching up some quite intimate places, depending on what his father had got up to. His lower back was mostly just bruises, so there didn't seem much point in bandages. Instead he went to the kitchen and pulled out another shot glass for Jim, filling it and leaving it next to the first aid kit.

Jim took care of himself in the bathroom before drawing on sweat pants and nothing else, he figured Sebastian would insist on checking him over and there was no reason he should put a shirt on when he was just going to have to take it off again in a few minutes, especially when he thought the movement might pull at the handful of bruises on his stomach and chest. When he came in Sebastian was standing in his trousers next to the first aid kit and Jim took in a startled breath when he saw the state of Sebastian's back. That was just—shit. It looked worse than usual. "Shit Seb."

Sebastian heard Jim come out but didn't turn around until he spoke. He hadn't been expecting the other to be shirtless and he twitched, his hands balling into fists as he saw the bite-mark, the dark bruise on jim's stomach. He could almost see his father making them, given his own experience. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the first aid kit across the table. "Yeah, this is nothing, you should see my arse. Speaking of which we should clean up yours..." His voice cracked just a little at the end, but he managed to pull himself back with a fair amount of self-control. Given what he wanted to do was storm out the house, run home, and bash his father over the head with a paperweight it was amazing he barely managed to move.

Jim stilled as he ran the towel through his wet hair, and had to remind himself to take a breath. "I er—took care of that already. He didn't cane me or nothing. I think he was too surprised. I fought him too so he might have just considered me a flight risk." He watched Sebastian practically tremble with suppressed tension.

Sebastian came over towards him, putting one had on Jim's shoulder, partly to steady Jim and partly to steady himself. Reaching down he slid his fingers over the bruises and marks, trying to tell how dangerous they were, how much pain Jim might be in. "He never leaves anything that will mark..." he said almost absently, almost to himself. Slowly, his hands moved to the front of Jim's sweat pants, hesitating before tugging them down, waiting for permission. "You did well. Can't ... Can't have been easy."

Jim knew that this was more for Sebastian that it was for him. He knew as awful as his friend would feel, he'd feel much worse if he thought Jim was hiding some horrible injury from him. Honestly, Jim just felt raw and /tired/, he didn't have any more fight to combat Sebastian with. Jim was glad Sebastian hadn't just tugged his sweat pants down though, getting stripped by two Moran's in one night /had/ to be some sort of record. A giggle bubbled up and it turned out he didn't have enough in him to fight that either. "It's alright." He reached out and touched Sebastian's arm lightly, it was warm.

He raised an eyebrow as Jim let out a high pitched giggle, sighing and sliding the sweatpants down, pleased he'd kept his jeans on even if it did hurt like a bitch each time he sat down, because he couldn't help a twitch as he saw Jim suddenly naked. Walking around so he was behind Jim his hands slid down to his arse, gently cupping it before pressing it apart. He let out a small angered hiss at the confirmation that yes, his father had fucked Jim and it looked like it had been fairly brutal. Gently, he swiped a thumb over the sore swollen entrance, "I-I guess just put antibacterial cream on and keep taking paracetamol." His voice shook slightly, and he was pleased Jim couldn't see his expression; angrier than he'd ever been, with just a touch of disappointment and jealousy that made him ashamed.

"Okay," Jim mumbled. He was feeling subdued again. That definitely meant he needed a drink. He reached out for the tumbler and drank about a third of it. He thought he should probably be more self-conscious being naked in front of Sebastian, especially after that talk they had earlier but he couldn't find the energy. Everything felt a little further away than it actually was. "Are you mad at me?" He cursed himself for voicing the question out loud; he wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the weird distance that caused his tongue to loosen.

"Fuck ... what? No, course not." Sebastian reached over and grabbed the cream from the first aid kit, pressing some onto his thumb, and then stroking the curve of Jim's ass with his other hand, hating himself a little. After what his father had just done the last thing Jim needed right now was to be felt up by another Moran. "This might sting, yeah?" He smoothed the cream quickly over Jim's entrance, feeling his cock twitch again, and then tugged Jim's sweatpants back up again. "I'm not angry at you. Fucking angry at him. But fuck you just did a hell of a thing, and we'll pay him back for every bruise, alright?"

"Okay." That seemed to be the only word he could say tonight, he tried to shake his head and dispel the—thing whatever had his head feeling fuzzy. His drink didn't seem to be helping. There would be time for plotting and maneuvering but he wanted at least six hours of sleep before he thought about it again. "Check my scalp yeah? I bumped my head and the shampoo came out a little bit pink. Then I'll check you over." He took another big drink of whiskey.

It was slightly easier to concentrate with Jim's sweatpants back up, and Sebastian slid his hands through Jim's hair, moving it to check for any damage. He nodded when he found it, relieved that it wasn't anything worse, "Just a small scratch, looked like it got scraped across something. No bump." He came back around to face Jim, rubbing a thumb against the bruise on his jaw. "You got all your teeth? That looks like a proper hit." He was dying to know what exactly had happened, what Jim had said to get socked in the mouth, whether there'd been any prep or lube at all, but he knew now was not the time to ask. "Don't need checking over, it's just bruises." The last thing he needed right now was to be naked in front of Jim.

Jim laughed again, "I /bit him./ On the mouth. He was sooooo mad. I don't think I've ever been punched that hard in my life! Said if I did it again I'd be shitting teeth. I didn't, so I think I've still got all of mine." This was good whiskey.

Sebastian couldn't help a shocked little chuckle at that, stroking Jim's jaw one last time. "Fuck ... that was brave. Bastard, you're lucky he gave you a second chance for that." Grabbing the whisky he took a swig straight from the bottle and then unbuttoned his jeans, "Alright - just check there's no real damage. He got the tawse out and it stings like fucking hell but I don't think there's anything other than bruising."

Jim blinked and felt his rage rise and he really hoped that he'd be the one to help Seb kill the bastard one day. He tried to keep the inspection hands free as much as possible, he knew Sebastian got really flighty with this kind of thing. While he worked, he talked. "'S not a big thing, really. I've-err, done that sort of thing before. With your da. Not like that! Not exactly anyway." He shook his head a little, trying to clear it. "My Ma got sick remember? She couldn't work for a few weeks. And I—well we don't exactly have a lot of extra money lying around and when that run out I had to pay for her medicine and groceries you know? It's just her and me and—you know. Anyway, I sucked a couple of blokes off as they left the pubs. Usually ended up stealing their wallets while I was at it." Jim sneered, "Stupid fuckers should know better than to trust a whore, even one as pretty as me. That was around the same time I fucked up my test scores." Jim took a breath, "Okay, it looks good. There are a couple of lines that looked pretty bad but I don't think there's much I can do about it. They'll just hurt like hell."

In a way, Seb was thankful for the anger he felt building up as Jim talked, because it was completely preventing his body from reacting in a more embarrassing way as Jim's hands gently stroked against the hard lines across his arse and back. He turned pretty much as soon as Jim stepped back, grabbing his shoulders and giving him a little shake. "You stupid little fuck, why didn't you ask me for money? I'm practically swimming in it, fuck." He shook his head and sighed, managing to relax enough to let go before he ended up hurting Jim and giving him a pat on the side of the thigh as a very gentle form of slap. "Silly little bastard, I bet you earned plenty though. Let's just get the fuck to bed, you need sleep."

Jim had genuinely panicked for a moment when Sebastian had turned on him, his expression furious. He'd grabbed his shoulders and- that hurt a little, it'd just been where he'd been manhandled from earlier and-but it was fine. Sebastian wouldn't hurt him like that. That laughably gentle smack had proven it. He relaxed a minute after Sebastian did and a smirk danced across his face. He wiggled his eyebrows. "Are you going to sleep with me?"

"Well I'm not sleeping on the damn sofa." It came out before he'd fully thought through the implications of what Jim had said and he gave a groan, grabbing his shirt and holding it in front of his crotch to hide any activity before scowling at Jim. "State you're in there's no way you could get any cock in you tonight, especially not mine." Picking the whiskey bottle up he waved it at Jim before heading for the stairs. "You can take the sofa if you like, but the only place I'm sticking my arse is a mattress. Hurts like buggery."

Jim snorted at his friends antics. "Please, let's remember which one of us actually /was/ buggered tonight." He started climbing the stairs and was mildly irritated to find he couldn't take them as quickly as he'd like to. God damn that was going to be annoying. He was glad for the whiskey because he wasn't sure he'd be able to make the trip without it. "We can share the bed, I know it's small but I don't take up much room. You can deal with it."

Sebastian's jaw clenched again as he heard Jim limping up the stairs and sighing, he came back down, picking him up in his arms and shaking his head, "Poor little Jim ... don't worry, I won't ravish you at midnight." He carried Jim the rest of the way, ignoring any protests, and laid him down gently in the bed before taking another swig of whisky and crawling in next to him, holding the bottle up to Jim's bruised jaw, "Go on, have a bit more, last thing you want is to wake up with that aching. Fuck ... I can't believe he actually did it ..." He'd known his father was a bastard, but Sebastian had always accepted he asked for most of the beatings he got, and had sometimes given back as good as he could. Forcibly assaulting a school-friend seemed a step beyond what he'd thought his father was capable of.

Jim grew serious, he wasn't sure he wanted Sebastian going back to that house ever again. "Yeah he did it, I guarantee you he's done it before too. He didn't hesitate, I barely had to provoke him before he beat the hell out of me and dragged me into the bedroom. By the way, hardwood floors in a bedroom? I think that's what I hit my head on. Would have preferred carpet burns, honestly." He took a couple of swigs of the whiskey while he ranted and set the bottle down on the night stand.

Sebastian made a noise that was half disapproval and half anger, "Like fuck you would, carpet scrapes your skin off, at least knocks heal. And bumps can be anything, a carpet burn is a carpet burn ... now shut the fuck up about it." He desperately wanted to wrap his arms around Jim, but knew that would be a bad idea for many reasons so settled for just poking a non bruised part of him and lying face down in the bed. "Don't you dare snore." he mumbled.

"Fucking on the floor is fucking on the floor. There was a bed /right there/ that's all I'm saying." He yawned and stretched carefully as he rolled over on his side, facing Sebastian. "You're the one lying on your stomach. I'll kick you if you snore."

Sebastian lazily raised two fingers up at him, not bothering to talk, or point out that he could hardly lay any other way. Never the less it took him a long while to get to sleep, every time he closed his eyes he could see the injuries mapped out on Jim's body, along with a different scenario about how such injuries had been caused, Jim's last words, 'fucking on the floor is fucking on the floor' echoing through his head. He fell asleep eventually, confused, angry and drunk, his arm reaching out in sleep to wrap around Jim and pull the warm body closer

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Seb woke just as the sun was rising, enjoying a small moment of happily cuddling Jim before the events of the night before crashed into him. Swearing under his breath he grabbed at the whisky bottle and left the bed, too sore to pull on jeans he simply tugged his hoodie on and headed downstairs, walking silently to avoid waking Jim. He knew the other was unlikely to give him permission to watch the tape, so he'd have to catch it before Jim woke up. Pushing it into the tape player he turned the volume down, flinching as it started with Jim being physically thrown into the room, scooting backwards and begging. His hands clenched into fists and he felt his jaw twitching again, it was hard to watch but somehow impossible to stop.

Jim reached out and felt the empty space of the cooling mattress next to him. It took him a few minutes to work it out and remember that Sebastian had stayed the night after the- after. Gods it was too early for this. Jim groaned and sat up slowly, and looked about for his friend. He wasn't in the bedroom or connecting bathroom, so Jim dragged a shirt over his bare chest and headed out. He checked his mom's room to make sure she had already left for work and then started down the stairs. Sebastian had carried him last night, much to his embarrassment. He took them slowly and found that he was more sore today than in real pain like last night, he was glad he seemed to be healing well. Jim head noises coming from the living room, curious he moved a bit faster. It sounded like Sebastian had something on the telly. Something niggled at the back of his mind but he ignored it in favor of focusing on taking the stairs one at a time. When he reached the ground floor he was able to see what Sebastian had on the telly. He thought he felt his heart stop. On the small screen he saw his own naked body pressed down into the ground by Moran. He saw his own face dripping tears and a little bit of blood from his temple. He felt his ears roar and fill with the noises that he had blocked out at the time and he couldn't drag his eyes away from the expression on Moran's face. "What the /fuck/ do you think you're doing?"

It had been wrong on so many levels, but part of the film was turning him on, watching Jim struggling, watching his arse bared, and Sebastian growled at the screen, taking an angry swig of the whisky, and then another one as the camera focused for a moment on his fathers face, the satisfied smirking arousal that almost mirrored his own. He'd been focused on it entirely, blocking out everything else except the sight of his father taking the one thing he'd wanted for a while, that he hadn't even noticed Jim entering the room. He jumped as Jim spoke, dropping the remote and turning around guiltily, the shame rushing to fuel his anger further. "Looking at the video. That was the point wasn't it? To use this fucking thing for blackmail? Thought I'd make a start on seeing what a good job you did." Fumbling on the floor to avoid Jim's expression he grabbed the remote and paused, gesturing at the frozen image of semi-naked Jim. "You make a damn good slut."

Jim felt like he'd just been kicked in the gut. He couldn't breathe. "What the /fuck/ did you just say to me, Moran?" After what he'd told the other boy last night that—that was a shitty thing to say. The room was spinning a little, he thought it might be because he couldn't breathe.

Sebastian all but growled at him, taking another swig of the whisky because it seemed the easiest way to deal with things right now, like the fact that what he was doing was insane and what he was saying was cruel, and he really shouldn't been getting hard right now. "I said you made a good slut." He repeated louder. "Wasn't that what you were doing? You knew he was going to fuck you, you knew that had to happen. Did it make a change from all those rugby players and twinks, getting a bit of rough from your best mates dad?" Thankfully he managed to stop himself there, shaking his head a bit to clear it. "Ah fuck, I know you did it for, for me. For us. I know you didn't enjoy it but fuck ... look at you." He waved the bottle at the screen, "All bare arsed and beautiful ... /I/ would have fucked you right then."

Jim moved faster than he thought he'd be able to in the state he was in and didn't stop until he was standing in front of Sebastian and slapped him across the face as hard as he could. "Don't you fucking /dare/. You had no right! Don't you /ever/ fucking talk to me like that again, you hear?" He was shaking from a mixture of rage, physical pain and hurt and he bared his teeth, hoping it would hide the tremors.

Sebastian staggered sideways as Jim hit him, more through shock than the force of it. The whisky bottle dropped onto the floor, falling and dripping into the carpet, and he gave a snarl, throwing himself forward and tackling Jim onto the carpet. "Oh I dare ... even if it ends up with me floating face down in a pool like Carl fucking Powers." He pressed himself closer, very much aware that they were both only wearing shirts. "I spent yesterday sitting in your house like a good little lapdog while you whored yourself out to my father and had the fucking audacity to pretend you were doing me a favour. How about you roll over and lay still for me, hmm? That would be a fucking favour."

Jim snarled and drove his elbow into the larger boy's side. He didn't think to make the connection that Sebastian had taught him that and now he was using it on him, he just felt the rage grow until he couldn't see straight and he just wanted to hurt the way that he was hurting, "Stop! What are you doing!? Get the fuck off of me!" He didn't notice that he was repeating words that he'd said last night to the other Moran. "If you want to rape me, go ahead it's not like I can fucking stop you." Jim rolled his hips and rubbed Sebastian's erection against his body. "Is this what you want? Or how about I suck your dick, huh? Will you stop being mad at me then? Why don't you beat the hell out of me? Break my arm. Make me bleed. I deserve it right? Because I'm a fucking whore."

Sebastian gave a gasp that was half a growl, hissing in pain at each attack, rolling Jim over and letting him shout his rage against the carpet. Raising a hand he slapped it down hard against Jim's ass, as the shirt rucked up in the struggle to reveal naked skin. "Is that all you know how to do, offer your body up? Oh, mums sick, better suck a dick. There's no food, better bend over. Sebbie is in trouble he can't handle, better fuck his dad. Is that just the answer to all of your problems, letting yourself get used like some cheap rent-boy?" Angrily he slammed his hand down again, holding Jim down with the weight of his body.

Jim continued to struggle, ignoring the pain in his body and the panic that was building just on the edge of his vision. This was way too fast and too soon and too similar to the paused video frame on the television. His breath came hard and fast and he couldn't breathe where Sebastian was pinning him to the floor. Jim kicked out, trying to break his hold. He knew Sebastian was shouting something at him but he could barely understand the words. His dick gave a little jump when a hand came down on his ass, hard. He couldn't think to speak beyond the mixture of fury, pain, fear and arousal that clouded his mind. He just continued to buck and lash out regardless of the harm he was doing himself.

Trying to hold Jim down was becoming almost impossible as he bucked and kicked and struggled, and Sebastian made an impatient noise and then let him go, trying not to look at the picture on the screen, that looked a bit too similar to what they'd just been doing. Grabbing the whisky bottle off the floor he tipped the last few drops that hadn't stained the carpet down his throat, shaking his head, and trying to dampen down the rapidly rising feeling of self-disgust. "Fucks sake calm down, you'll do yourself an injury. Why shouldn't I watch the tape? Were you going to keep it hidden from me? I've spent all damn night trying to imagine what he did to you, at least now I know and you could've had it a lot worse."

Jim backed away, his breaths still a little too shallow. He distantly recognized a panic attack but he refused to let it show in this situation. He wouldn't. Sebastian sat across from him on the floor and Jim drew his knees up to his chest as he tried to will his body to calm down. It had been an instinctual response to the situation and the fact that someone with his trust had just scared the hell out of him. "Fuck off," it was a little breathier than he'd have liked but at least he wasn't crying. Fuck he didn't think he'd be able to deal with the humiliation. "It wasn't any of your business. Would you want me seeing you like that?" He wiped his eyes and took another breath.

"It doesn't matter what I want. if it happened to me, and you knew there was a video, you'd tear the place apart till you found it." Sebastian snapped back. he could see that Jim was shaken, knew that what he'd done was so far beyond the pale as to be almost unforgivable, but he wasn't about to break into apologies just yet. Instead he moodily kicked the sofa. "Hell, you'd probably make me put it into the damn video player. You always insist on seeing the injuries, after he belts me, and it was you that wanted this 'revenge'. Well, we've got it. A tape." Picking up the remote he ejected the tape and threw it into Jim's lap. "Do what you like with it you've got the power now."

Jim flinched as he saw the tape fly towards him but it only landed in his lap. "You're a fucking idiot." His voice wasn't quite back to normal yet but it was definitely getting there. "I make you show me so that I can make sure you're taking care of yourself and aren't hiding injuries from me. I showed you everything last night, you didn't need to watch me like that." He didn't want to touch the tape so it stayed in his lap. He certainly didn't feel like he had the power. "But I'm glad you don't think it was bad. 'It could have been worse,' right?" Words were the only way he'd ever been able to hurt Sebastian and he made full use of them now.

Sebastian kicked the sofa again, still unwilling to mentally face up to the true nature of what he'd done and glowering at the floor, wishing the whisky wasn't empty. "I wanted to see. Wanted to see what he'd done because I've been fucking imagining it all night." His head snapped up as the words were mimicked back to him, glaring at Jim, "Damn right it could have been worse. He could've had you bent over the bed for a belting, then set the cane over your skinny arse, then taken you afterwards, with that tight little hole sore and marked. He could've not bothered stretching, or stretched you open with a nice fat ribbed dildo. He could've made you blow him, choked you on his cock and slapped your face when you got it wrong. Fuck yeah it could've been worse."

Jim paled a little, his lids lowered until he watched Sebastian through his eye lashes. "That's quite the list you have there Sebastian. It's a wonder you managed to restrain yourself when you had me pinned down to the floor." He tilted his head to the side and smiled sardonically, "You're father certainly didn't."

"I am /nothing/ like him." Sebastian snapped back, followed swiftly by, "You're damn well lucky I didn't, waving your naked little arse around." He was angry, the shame inside him building up into more anger, and he was drunk and horny; not a winning combination. He was almost hyper-aware of the similarities with his father the night before, the difference was that Augustus had been very much aware of what he wanted, whereas Sebastian was just out of control and wanted to hurt something. "Don't tell me you're so vanilla - or were all your lovers and /clients/ like little Wilde."

Jim sneered and decided that it would be worth any humiliation to hurt Sebastian back. "Similar enough that a minute ago /I wasn't sure where I was./ And by the way, you were right." He held up his arms to show off, "Carpet burns are worse." His face got hot, "Fuck off. What I choose to do in the bedroom is my business. You could be as vanilla as you wanted but it still wouldn't stop you from being a piece of shite."

Sebastian gave a snarl, backhanding him hard and feeling a deep shot of satisfaction as Jim fell to the floor, too far gone now to even think about pulling back. "You little fucking shit." He took a few deep breaths, staring down at Jim and flexing his hand in and out of a fist, fighting between the urge to keep hitting him and the urge to panic and run away, possibly right out of London. "Maybe I am a piece of shite, but I'm not a piece of shite that plays fucking mind games, asking to fuck my father and boasting about all the sex you'd had. Maybe I do want to fuck you, but at least I'm not pissing around pretending I've heard rumours from Adler, teasing about letting me grope you, all that shit." A few more breaths, then he dropped the whiskey bottle on the floor and stalked over to the cabinet to get another one, ignoring Jim completely. "You're going to end up a wasted rent-boy with a chip on your shoulder and a body that thinks sex is just for manipulation. And you're fucking well worth more than that."

Jim couldn't breathe. He laid on the floor for a moment, his face buried in the carped soaked in spilt whiskey. He felt a tear run down his cheek but he rubbed it away angrily. His mouth was bleeding again. He just couldn't—couldn't think anymore. Sebastian had never /ever/ hit him before. /Swore/ he never would. Jim thought he knew what Sebastian had been talking about, asking for a beating, deserving it. He couldn't say anything to deny what Sebastian had said, he /had/ teased him, he'd provoked him. Why? Had he really thought he'd wanted this? That he'd in any way deserved it? Sebastian was the wealthy son of a politician. Jim was the bastard son of a laundress with a father who had packed up and taken off when his wife chased him out of the house. This kind of thing always seemed to happen when two people came from different worlds, and the Jims usually landed in the shitter. Sebastian didn't call him gutter brat for nothing.

Sebastian poured out the whisky and looked at it for a few seconds, his brain finally starting to catch up with his actions and inducing some serious panic. Shit. He'd hit Jim. That was some serious floating upside-down in the swimming pool shit, but it was also something more than that. Some fundamental contract between them had been broken, and he'd been the one to break it. He took a gulp of the whisky, then turned back, coming over to Jim on the floor and crouching down next to him. "Fuck. Fucked up. 'M Sorry. Just don't know... not sure how to fucking cope with what you did last night..."

"That makes two of us at least," Jim whispered and sat himself up, wiping away the blood from his mouth. He thought he might have bitten his tongue this time. Jim stood up, not feeling comfortable with lying on the floor with Sebastian so close to him.

Sebastian stayed crouched down as Jim got up, not wanting to loom over him again, and also not wanting to reveal that his brain was screeching at him in freewheeling panic. In a way he was glad that Jim's time with his father hadn't been just another trick, but something far more intense and terrifying even for Jim to process. Shakily, he rubbed a hand over his face, not looking at Jim. "Still, it's our first attempt at blackmailing a politician with a sex-tape, I mean it's not like we're experts yet."

Jim couldn't help a giggle from escaping, "Next time you can be the one to get buggered." He went absolutely still and stared Sebastian down from his place above him. He felt blood from his lip drip down his chin. "If you /ever/ touch me like that again without my permission you'll get worse than little Carl Powers, do you understand me?"

Normally Sebastian would have grinned but right now he was almost serious as he nodded at the mention of a next time. Right now, in a hazy drunken state, with not enough sleep and an arse still aching and still panicking from hitting Jim he was pretty sure he would have agreed to get buggered. Still looking at the floor, he nodded at the next sentence as well, hoping Jim could see the fervent belief behind that nod. It wasn't the fear of punishment, it was the fear that he'd lost control, in front of Jim, that he'd broken the only thing he was halfway good for - protecting Jim. "Yeah..." he managed to croak back and then after licking his lips. "Yes boss."

Jim's mouth twisted, "The politician's son calls the wasted rent boy 'Boss…'" He stepped into the kitchen and grabbed some ice from the freezer and wrapped it in a hand towel to put on his mouth.

Sebastian did another angry scowl at the floor, feeling like a twat, but also feeling he deserved it. He looked up as Jim went into the kitchen, then picked up the tape from the floor and lay it neatly on the table, sitting down on the floor, and wincing a little as he saw Jim come back. The ice on his lip reminded him of the damage he'd done, and he hated to think that Jim was hurting because of him. He gave a half shrug at Jim's words. "Well in this operation you are the boss. You planned it, you carried it out, I've just been placing cameras and hanging around."

"And you did such a good job. But I suppose you know that already," Jim said, indicating the tape. "No matter, this job is almost finished." He paused, held a breath and let it out. "And it's going to be /worth it./"

Sebastian couldn't help another little shake as Jim indicated the tape again, trying not to think of the part he'd played in the whole thing, and resisting the urge to snap back more vile and hateful words. "Yeah? What do you have planned then." He managed a half smile, "If you can reveal it right now, that is, otherwise I'll have to wait."