There was a sickening mixture of rage and arousal twisting in Jim's gut. Sebastian was naked, his tense, beautiful muscles glistening with the sweat of exertion. Jim wanted to touch him; to trace every line of him. He could just imagine his fingers trailing over that taunt back. Instead gaudy pink nails trails thin red lines down Sebastian's back. Some blond bimbo was in his place, wrapped around his lover. He chose to ignore the fact that Sebastian wasn't actually his lover. After a long night of abusive clients, this wasn't what he wanted to come home to. Every little moan Sebastian made sent that confusing mixture right to his gut. He couldn't get enough of the sound, and that made him feel sick. He wanted to be the one causing each and every moan and he couldn't stand to watch this, yet couldn't look away. It had been a long time since he'd been this confused. Of course last time he hadn't had many options. He still remembered that last day of school, of coming home to find his boyfriend there, waiving his mother's debt in his face. The woman was long gone and Jim could either pay it off with his body, or his body parts. Now he could either make his presence known, or just walk away.

He considered making his presence known since they were obviously too busy to have heard the door open. It could startle them off of each other. Of course there was always the chance that Sebastian could see him and not care. The idea of being abandoned again terrified him. If Sebastian left him too, what was the point of it all? With that thought in mind, he left. Though, he made certain to slam the door behind him. It wouldn't do to let those bastards have all the fun. It was hard to convince himself he was alright. So what if Sebastian slept with someone else? He held no claim over the man. Such thoughts only upset him more.

Despite the confusion and pain he was sure of one thing. Jim had only killed once before and, in his opinion, Powers had deserved it. So did this woman. Oh, but she wasn't going to be as lucky as Powers had been. No, he'd make sure she felt twice as much pain as the pleasure she was currently receiving. He reveled in the thoughts of torturing her slowly. For a moment he was happy again, only for a moment of course. Happiness never lasted long.

Sebastian cursed when he heard the door slam. It only took him a moment to asses that they were still alone. Good, the sound must have come from a neighboring room. It was hard not to feel like a cheating husband when he was constantly checking the door for his little stray. Boss, as he affectionately called the unnamed kid, had been a blessing in disguise. Though Sebastian had always preferred to be alone, having the brat at his side made life somehow easier. It wasn't just the money he brought into the house, though that was a plus, there was something amazing about knowing someone was waiting for you to come home.

Still, affair or not, Sebastian wanted sex. There was no way he'd ask for it from Boss. The kid couldn't be over thirteen, though he claimed to be nearing nineteen. No matter what kinks Sebastian had, children were most defiantly not one of them. So he'd given Camilla or Carmen or whatever her name was some sob story to get her in bed. For a moment he could just let himself go and forget about Boss. Or so he'd thought. Every so often he'd lose sight of her green eyes and see the darkest depths staring back at him. His black hair would sleek back just like so when they kissed. His thin chest would tremble with the strain of heavy breathing and his lips would whisper Sebastian's name again and again as they both fell into madness. Each time he'd shove the image away but it only returned stronger, more vivid. He was tracing Jim's scars down this woman's chest and kissing at imaginary bruises.

When he came it wasn't Candy's name he called. Boss, Boss, GOD Boss! Again and again it fell from his lips. Lucky for him Cyndi didn't seem to notice or care. When it was all over he felt dirty and shamed. Neither were feelings he was used to or willing to get accustomed to. When he flopped back onto the bed, their bed, he didn't really know what to do. For the first time in his life, he was honestly afraid to take what he wanted. By the time Jim had returned Sebastian had showered and the sheets had been changed. They both cheered silently for the small miracles of life like clean bedding.