He was obsessed.
He was completely and totally enthralled. The doctor across the hall had done something that no one had been able to do before. He had interested him to the point of distraction. The blonde had claimed so much of his mind that, often, he would think of one thing and it would invariably lead back to John. It was something Jim had been searching for his entire life—he'd sought it in alcohol, drugs, and it had ultimately led him to his life as a Consulting Criminal. Something that could keep hold of his mind so thoroughly that he wasn't observing every little thing, but he wasn't bored either. Something like John.
Basically, John was perfect.
Basically, Jim hated John's boyfriend, Sebastian, with a very much fiery passion.
Basically, Jim was constantly in debate with himself over what, if anything, he should do about the situation.
It was 1:38 in the morning on a Thursday five weeks and two days after John and Sebastian had moved in that Jim decided to leave the situation alone. It wasn't worth it. He wouldn't go cutting into someone's personal life simply because he wanted to shag one of them—of course, he wanted more than to just shag John; he just wouldn't. He decided to avoid getting his fingers sticky in personal business when he was already consumed with other things.
It was 2:14 in the morning on a Thursday five weeks and two days after John and Sebastian had moved in that Jim began to question this initial decision. Because on that very Thursday at 2:14, Jim heard the first of many drunken spats Sebastian started with John. Because on that Thursday, Jim's previously hypothetical domestic abuse suspicions were confirmed.
He'd been dazedly staring at the television screen, mulling over his less-than-appropriate thoughts about his very blonde, very taken neighbor. It had been sudden and completely unexpected. A loud bang followed by a sharp, slurred curse. It was right outside his door, and had caught his attention instantly. Springing to his feet, he nearly hissed at the icy feel of marble on his toes as he sped over to the door, grabbing his .44 from out of the polished table that was pressed against a wall in his foyer. He peered out the peephole, slowly unlocking the door without ever making a sound.
It wasn't until his nose was poking out of the small gap in the doorway that he figured out what the noise was. John was in the hallway with his boyfriend, valiantly trying to carry his weight and shush him. Jim felt a flair of jealousy well up inside of him as a large, sure hand crept down to John's arse, trying to creep beneath the waistband of the shorter man's trousers. A husky chuckle was pressed into his neck as John struggled to juggle a cane, a drunk, and his keys. Jim was about to reveal himself and offer help when John shrugged out of the Sebastian's grip with a scowl.
"I cannot believe you're so sodding trashed," he hissed, sounding hurt. "I thought that we had talked about this, Seb."
"We did, darling." Seb replied, leaning back in to drape himself over John's shoulders, nearly causing the other man's bad leg to buckle. "Wasn't listenin'. Don't 'xactly remember what was decided. All I know is that—is that you would look bloody, fuckin' fantastic all naked and in bed."
Jim couldn't argue with that last bit. Not one bit.
John shoved Seb's imposing limbs away, unlocking the door sharply. "No way. Not after tonight. God, Seb, you're such an idiot—"
The crack from the slap even made Moriarty flinch. He watched silently as John stumbled back from the door until he was leaning against the opposite wall. Blue eyes widened in shock even as he was backhanded across the same cheek. His cane slipped through his fingers as he braced himself against the wall, Sebastian's body pressing flush to his, rough fingers digging in tight on his hip and arm. A particularly ferocious thumb ground into a spot on his shoulder that made John groan—and not in a pleasant way.
"You listen here, you little twat," Sebastian hissed, and Jim realized that, in any other situation, he might find use for a person as sadistic as Sebastian Moran. "Cut the frigid bitch act, awright? And don't you ever insult me, again."
Seb's light eyes gleamed manically as he dug his thumb in harder, making John gasp in pain. If Jim didn't hate him so much, he would find great use for a man like Sebastian. Instead, he just wanted to shoot him.
"Now, you're going to follow me into our home. You're going to strip and get into bed. You're going to ride me all night. And in the morning you're going to find a way to make this up to me." The intensity of it made Jim shiver. "Understood?"
John mumbled something incoherent.
Sebastian reached up, tangling his fingers into John's sandy blonde hair, and yanked. "What was that?"
"Yes! Yes, understood."
His hand trailed back down gently, a caress, until it gripped John's jaw firmly. "That's my boy."
Lips crushed together for a moment. An intense moment where the larger man dominated John's mouth, and the doctor simply held on for the ride. When they broke apart, Sebastian ran a loving hand over John's bruising cheek, alcohol scented breath ghosting over it as he leaned in to brush his lops over the purpling flesh.
"Come inside, darling." He muttered, suddenly softer. Suddenly sweet. Jim felt his might get whiplash. "Didn't mean to hit you. Come inside, and I'll make it all better. Make you feel good while you're on my cock. Split you open just right. Come inside."
"I'll be in," John replied, voice shaking as his lover and abuser pulled away. "Just give me a mo'. I'll be right in."
John offered a reassuring smile as the other man nodded. It wasn't long before he was alone in the hallway, staring at the door with a dazed, lost expression. Jim took in the tremor that danced over John's body with interest; an obvious reaction to Sebastian and the danger that he provided. A little thrill shot through Jim at the sight. Dear doctor Watson was an adrenaline junky.
His lips twitched up as John scrambled, bending down to pick up his cane. Blue eyes glanced about nervously, catching Jim's through the crack in the doorway. The blonde froze and swallowed thickly. His jaw worked for a moment, and he dipped his head in shame as he fled from the hallway. The door shut soundly behind him, and that was the last that James heard that night.
Tbc.
