AN: Soooo I had this complex, where I wasn't sure if I would have Seb debug his bathroom. Like, maybe Jim is the only one who has been able to outsmart him in that department and he can't find the cameras, which leads to Jim coming over and saying something along the lines of "I hate being able to look but not touch" (and that ended... Very... Wet...) but then I got to thinking "Jesus, I wonder if Jim watches Seb... Like... Using the toilet" and then it got weird and I wanted him to debug his bathroom, which led to Jim coming over to make sure Seb was still wearing his gift, and when he found out he wasn't, he had to... Well, punish him... And THAT ended with... Handcuffs... And blood... But then Jim only had cameras in Seb's shower part of his bathroom... Which leads to the first outcome... But then I took pity on Sebastian, because he must feel weird having a morning wank in the shower, knowing he has an audience. And so I went with the debugging. And the following is what ensued. *evil grin*
Sebastian is perpetually impressed by Jim. It takes him 20 minutes to find all the cameras in his bathroom, and after that, he just doesn't even care about the others throughout his flat.
He's also learning not to be surprised by anything anymore, which is why he hardly even looks up from his book when Jim walks in.
"Evening, dear. I've got a job for you."
"You spend far too much time on me. I can't imagine you don't have anything better to do."
He does look up now, his eyebrows raised. Jim shrugs.
"I'm investing in you, Seb." As he says this, he approaches the couch where Sebastian is reclining. He comes to a halt between him and the coffee table. "Are you going to make me regret it?"
Sebastian sets his book down on the couch next to him and swallows.
"No, sir."
"Good."
Jim moves very slowly, as if daring Sebastian to object or move or stop him, but he doesn't move as Jim puts his knees on either side of his hips and rests his arms around his shoulders. He just swallows again, trying to work up some spit in his dry mouth.
He can't tell if it's from fear or... Something else... But he thinks that's how Jim likes it. Caught in between, like his response to Jim's smile.
"Like I said, I have a job for you."
Sebastian nods.
"But I'd like to come with."
The sniper's eyebrows shoot up.
"Why?"
"I'd like to watch the painter behind his brushes."
Jim is so close, Sebastian can smell his heady cologne.
"Um, I... I've never... Not... Not sure that'd..."
"Ah ah ah. Not a question, dear."
A finger is placed over Sebastian's stuttering lips, and he closes them.
"Now you're going to be a good boy and get dressed, collect your effects, and come with me. Aren't you?"
All the moisture in his mouth is absent, and it's almost painful to swallow, but he does it out of habit. He nods solemnly. Jim smiles.
"Good." He deftly presses a kiss to Sebastian's lips and stands.
It takes a good 18 seconds for him to collect his wits again and return to full cognitive awareness.
15 minutes later, and Sebastian is still puzzling and reeling. Jim probably had not put a lot of thought into it, it was most likely an impulse, but it is not so insignificant to Sebastian.
The shorter man has led him to the roof of a local television station that has closed for the night. He stands at a distance, silently watching Sebastian assemble his gun and tripod.
The assassin is shaken and and unsettled. He can't shoot accurately like this. So he rounds on Jim.
"Why did you kiss me?"
Jim shrugs.
"Dunno, just wanted to. Why? Did it bother you?" He asks, as if he actually cares. Sebastian shifts his weight.
"It was... Alarming." He turns back to his gun, deciding not to push the topic. He kneels before his gun to level his eye with the sights, and out of the corner of his eye he sees Jim squat next to him.
"Was it really?"
Sebastian glances at Jim nervously, then back through the sights at his target.
"Yes. It was... Unexpected. And generally viewed as a gesture of affection."
Jim seems to quietly speculate this. He leans back until he's sitting, watching Sebastian. The assassin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens them, he is Sebastian Moran, a lion stalking his prey.
The power he feels calms his nerves. He goes to a different part of his mind, watching the portly man talk on the phone. He wonders who he's talking to. His wife? A mistress? A colleague? He wonders if the person on the other side of the phone will call 999.
He watches the man for a few moments more before deciding to end his life. He's buzzing by the time he squeezes the trigger.
"Beautiful." Jim whispers over to his left. Sebastian indulges in a smile. "Truly, it's a gorgeous thing to watch you. You must feel like God."
Sebastian's smile fades, and he looks at Jim.
Ten minutes later, they both arrive back at Sebastian's flat. The taller man drops his keys on the coffee table and goes to unpack his gear. When he comes back out, he finds Jim staring out of the window into the dark streets of London.
"You know... Ever since you took me out of your bathroom... I don't know if you've still got my leash on you." He says as Sebastian walks back in.
Shit...
He's not wearing it. He completely forgot. It's on his bathroom sink. Jim turns to look at him.
"Are you wearing it, Sebastian?"
He swallows. Jim's expression turns dark.
"I said, are you wearing it?" He approaches him.
Sebastian holds out a hand and begins to back up into his bedroom.
"Hold on, boss, I just... It slipped my mind, I was going to put it back in-"
"You're not wearing it?"
Sebastian's calves hit the edge of his bed.
Not good not good not good...
"You were told never to take it off. You are mine."
"I know, and I'm sorry, boss, I just-"
"Sorry isn't going to cut it."
Jim slips a hand into his jacket, and Sebastian fears the worst, but what he pulls out of his jacket is far worse than what Sebastian had been imagining.
Handcuffs.
"Jim-"
"Sir."
"Sir, honestly, is this necessary?"
"You disobeyed a direct order. Punishment is in due."
Jim pulls out another pair of handcuffs.
"Ah, shit..."
"Take off your shirt."
"Sir, can't we at least-"
"Now."
Sebastian slowly complies, reminding himself of how much he is getting paid... He drops his turtleneck on the carpet.
"On the bed."
He grits his teeth and chokes on his pride as he sits on the bed and scoots back. Jim walks to one side of the bed.
"Lay back."
Why am I letting myself be submitted to this? I am a god amongst men.
A million pounds per kill.
He lays back, and stretches out his hand in anticipation of Jim's next command. He watches in mild panic as his wrist is handcuffed to the bedpost. The psychopath gives the same treatment to the other wrist.
Sebastian gazes up at the ceiling, feeling his shoes and socks pulled off his feet. He grimaces.
Then, something he does not expect. He feels nimble fingers undoing his dress pants. He lifts his head in confusion.
"Sir, what are you...?"
"Don't speak." Jim gives him such a dangerous look as he pulls Sebastian's pants off of his feet. So he shuts up. He is at quite a disadvantage in this situation.
He struggles with himself not to keep pressing for answers when he feels his boxers being tugged off of his body. He lifts his head to see Jim's expression, only to find he has shed his jacket and is rolling up his shirt sleeves. The hell...?
Panic twists in his stomach even more intensely when he feels the bed shift as Jim kneels between his legs, forcing them apart further.
He expects the worst, which is why he is so shocked when he feels a warm pressure sliding up the underside of his manhood, which instantly hardens. Is Jim really going to...?
Yeah, he is.
The moist heat that envelops him can only be Jim's mouth. Sebastian can no longer lift his head to look. His mouth opens in a perfect O.
All sense of decency flees, and he lets out a wanton moan as Jim does things with his tongue that Sebastian had never even heard of. He couldn't even imagine just what it was doing, he could only feel.
The assassin tugs at his bindings in frustration. His hips buck, and he has to bite his lip until it bleeds to keep from speaking. He wouldn't put it past Jim to bite...
The buck of his hips is met with hands holding them down, and he groans, unable to speak, simply writhing beneath Jim.
The psychopath brings him right to the top, and then... He just pulls away.
So this is his punishment.
"Fuck...!" He mutters.
"Now maybe you'll think twice before disobeying me." Sebastian desperately watches Jim collect his jacket. "Have fun with that." He smirks.
"Wait! Jim, you can't just...! Jim!"
But he's gone.
Sebastian's head flops down on the pillow with a groan.
AN: Apologies for this being a shit sex scene. I'm usually better with this kind of stuff, except it's 1:40 am and it's finals week and my body is literally collapsing from all the stress. Maybe I'll edit this and reupload it sometime... Anyway, sorry that you have to deal with this for now!
