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.

4. Play the Game

Dear me, playing with the Holmes boys? Was I not enough for you? If you're interested in having that hot little body filmed again for cash I can put you in touch with some people. And please put a tighter leash on Sebastian, my house is crawling with very intense secret security men, and Holmes is insufferable. -Augustus Moran

What can I say? I'm greedy. I bet dear Mycroft will be most displeased with you when he can't find Sebastian there. JM

It's always hard to tell when Mycroft's displeased. He's got a resting bitch face. Ever met him? What am I saying, you've probably blown him. –Augustus

Can't say that I have met him before, would you introduce me? I'm always happy to make friends and influence people. JM

He'll find you, don't worry. Sebastian's met him before. For the same reason. Is his foot healed yet? –Augustus

Poor dears, they just keep butting heads. I think it's love. Just a very aggressive game of pulling pigtails. Thanks so much for your concern, he's healing fine. JM

I don't think Mycroft Holmes even knows what love is. However he is an annoying little shit, particularly when he's in my house. I might give him a message for dear Sebastian seeing as you fail to deliver them. –AM

What have I failed to tell Sebastian about, exactly? JM

I just don't trust you to deliver a message to him. Although I am slowly coming to terms with the idea that you've been fucking my son. Does he cry when you do it or is he at least man enough to cope? –AM

Of course I'll deliver a message. As long as I think it's in his best interest to hear it. I'm still disturbed by your fascination with your son's sex life. I think someone might be jealous~ this is… what? The fourth time you've mentioned me having sex with someone? I'm flattered, truly, but you and I were really just a onetime deal. JM

I hope you don't feel like I was just using you. I really thought we had something special. JM

It's in his best interests to come home, it's in your best interests to keep him tied to some grotty little house because the delusional sap thinks he loves you. I wouldn't say we had something /special/, but it was bloody satisfying breaking into that tight little arse of yours. –AM

It's in his best interest to be in one piece, and you can't be trusted to leave him that way. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself because you are going to be paying for it for a long time. I'm probably the most expensive whore you've ever had. JM

Tell him if he comes home I won't hurt him. He can have a week of amnesty. And don't flatter yourself, I've had better and pricier whores than you. It's Sebastian who's paid the most for you; lost his chances, lost his potential, and he'll damn well end up loosing his life. Right now it's a game, but the more people you piss off the more dangerous it'll become. –AM

I'll tell him, because he won't care about your promises. He knows how much your word is worth. I'll keep your advice in mind. I'm just afraid I don't have the ability to kiss arse like you do, I couldn't make it in government. JM

You'll never make it anywhere you silly boy, other than sucking cock in a dirty bathroom. Despite what you might think I do care about my son and I'd rather he not suffer the same fate. –AM

But by all means, please continue screwing him and pretending you're some big bad criminal. –AM

What can I say? I learned it young. I'll pass along your message, I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear from you. JM

You know I don't understand it. He's not difficult to please, he's practically tripping over his feet for approval. Would it have been so fucking hard to give it to him? JM

I'll approve of him when he does something worth approving of. Running off with a cocksucking whore and playing at being an army faggot doesn't hack it I'm afraid. –AM

God, you are so lucky. If I'd been born your son I would have smothered you in your sleep years ago. JM

If I'd had a son like you I would have left the woman I had it with. Have fun with Mycroft –AM

No instead you had Sebastian and your wife left you. Bit of a scandal I heard. And I look forward to meeting him, his brother was such a dear. JM

His brother is a complete disgrace; worn out little junkie. Does that sort of thing get you all excited, hmm? Rich young men wasting their futures? –SM

Maybe I just see potential in pieces that other people have thrown away. JM

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Sebastian headed to school in a taxi the next day, aware that with the money situation he should probably start taking the bus. He saw Jim waiting outside the gate, and then his heart sank as he saw a black car slide up next to them. Getting out the taxi he hurried over with the crutches, scowling as Mycroft got out of the car. "Morning Holmes." He snapped, putting a protective arm around Jim while balancing on the crutches. "Strange seeing you here, thought you worked in the city now?"

Jim stared in confusion and vague horror at the arm wrapped protectively around his shoulders. He was… becoming comfortable with the casual touching while they were alone but—no. He thought about shoving Sebastian and tipping him over onto the ground, but that wouldn't give the right impression. Instead he casually stepped forward away from the arm and stood closer to Mycroft, putting himself in charge of the conversation. "Mycroft Holmes, I've heard so much about you of course. Augustus Moran speaks very highly of you. He told me you might be stopping by. What can I do for you?"

Sebastian scowled as Jim moved forward, but he was sort of getting used to Jim being in charge and was happy to stand behind him, looking as menacing as a young man in a plaster cast and crutches could look. Mycroft looked slightly surprised to be address by Jim, shooting a confused glance at Sebastian, which was returned as Sebastian heard Jim mentioning his fathers name, before continuing, "If you know Augustus no doubt you'll know I've spoken to him about this before. Please, Sebastian, have you really nothing better to do than terrorise members of my family? My brother has a penchant for getting into trouble, and while I can't stop all of it I'd at least like some sort of damage control." He looked pointedly at Sebastian at the word 'damage', and Sebastian sneered and held up two fingers

Jim scowled at being mostly ignored. Certainly the warning was for Sebastian himself, but… "Really all of this over a school yard tiff? Lovers quarrels are suddenly a matter of national security? I heard the secret service was involved this time." He turned to Sebastian with a rueful smile, "And you said I cause too much trouble."

"Lovers quarrels?" Mycroft gave a small humourless smile. "When I finally got him to open up Sherlock did tell me that one of you had kissed him and the other had beaten him up. I think I can probably guess which one. Moran, please don't even think about threatening my brother. You've got no father, no protection, and a rather shaky police history. Moriarty..." He gave Jim a speculative look. "I'm not sure how much of a habit your little kiss-and-tell operation is but I assure you, attempting to blackmail either myself or my brother would be the last mistake you'd ever make..."

Jim smiled sweetly, sticking his hands in his pockets. "I have no idea what you're talking about of course. Blackmail is very illegal. Your brother was for fun, not business. You don't have to fret Mr. Holmes. Besides, as long as Sherlock did nothing wrong there's no leverage is there?" /God/ Holmes was fun. Jim wished he could think of a way to get him to play, it was no fun while he was being all /reasonable/ and /stoic./ He didn't think that Moran would have told him about the blackmail… and Jim hadn't said anything. A lightbulb went off, "You work with Richard Ashworth, the Magistrate. Don't you?"

"I work with a lot of people." Mycroft responded, looking rather pointedly at Sebastian's foot. "Blackmail is, of course, completely illegal, but then it's only really effective if nobody knows the secret already. Unlike trespass. Which is illegal. As is grevious bodily harm, underaged drinking..." Sebastian gave a little growl from behind Jim and Mycroft gave him a tight smile, "Do be careful Moran. You'd be far safer at your fathers, but I suspect you know that."

Jim snorted, "Oh yeah, that's bloody well likely." Jim tilted his head thoughtfully. "You really are a cold hearted bastard aren't you? What if it was Sherlock? Would you tell him to go home and man up? Just deal with it, because nothing could be more important than money and the family name, right?"

"Believe me it is of no concern at all to me if the Moran family name gets dragged through the mud." Despite speaking to Jim, Mycroft was looking at Sebastian, watching the rage building inside him, watching his hands clench into fists. "In fact if Augustus continues to make such a fuss about this ridiculous blackmail charade that might be more politically expedient. I don't think it's escaped notice that Augustus isn't the most ... nurturing of fathers, but until he's eighteen Sebastian is technically required to either live with him or become a case with social services which would let more skeletons out of the closet than we'd care to do. My brother has plenty of his own problems. None of which would be helped by starting an ill-advised affair with a semi-legal Irish immigrant."

"You looked me up?" Jim smiled coyly, "I'm flattered." Jim dropped his charade, "What would it be worth to you? If I ruined his career?" He smiled again, "I'm always looking for a better offer."

Mycroft raised an eyebrow, he clearly hadn't been expecting that. "At the moment, I'd really rather you didn't. It'll create paperwork and I'm already working most evenings. I could certainly ... help you if he ever refuses to pay up. But I'd like you to keep away from my brother."

Jim nodded, "He's of no value to me if he's ruined. But if you were ever willing to make me an offer that could… compensate for the physical and emotional damages I've suffered then I think we could come to an agreement. I think the footage speaks for itself." Jim tried to shake Mycroft a bit. "He's a very /forceful/ man, isn't he? And then there's the matter of me being underage. I wonder how uncomfortable that makes you lot in government." Jim sneered, "Or are you all like Moran? I appreciate your offer and I might take you up on that one day. He's been pulling at his leash lately—I'm less worried about him refusing to pay and more concerned about how he's threatened to make /me/ pay. And Sebastian of course. Do you think that's something you could help with? I'd return the favor somehow, of course."

"I've seen the footage." Mycroft said, his expression not changing from one of bored disinterest with a tinge of frustration. "You aren't the only people going around sticking cameras in politician's houses. I assure you most of those who watched it found it highly distasteful but please do not make the mistake of thinking that Mr. Moran is the first man to get into this situation. Nor is anyone particularly worried about what might happen to you. Understand I'm not saying this as a threat, or an insult, it's merely a statement of fact. You, James Moriarty, are currently a nuisance, but as to me you are a personal nuisance I thought I'd come and give you a personal warning."

"Only most of you found it distasteful? That's so encouraging." Jim rolled his eyes, "All I've ever wanted is sleazy politicians rubbing one off over me getting fucked. Thanks for that." Jim smiled sardonically, "I appreciate the heads up, I won't be fooling around with your brother any more but I can't promise I'll keep away from him completely. He's very bright, your brother. I think he has a lot of potential."

For the first time Mycroft gave a slight frown. Augustus Moran had said something similar, albeit from the other direction, and the gears in Mycroft's head were already whirring, trying to figure out how much Augustus and Jim were collaborating, what patterns there were within patterns. Either way, he couldn't see it being much bigger than a small crime wannabe and an aging politician who was outliving his usefulness. "Either way." He said finally, "Step inside that school and I'll have the security guard throw you out." he climbed back into the car as Sebastian flicked another V-sign at him and snapped, "Fuck off Mycroft..."

Jim groaned and turned to Sebastian. "Fuck he was probably serious. There go my plans for making money today." Jim pouted, "You'd think it be enough if I just left his brother alone but apparently he doesn't trust me around the children of influential people."

"He's just being a wanker." Sebastian gave a frustrated snarl as Mycroft drove away, "You should've let me deck him." He grumbled, knowing that would be a bad idea, "I bet that fuck went to my fathers house, and he told him all the dirty..." he gave Jim a suspicious glance, "How do you know Mycroft anyway, you two were chatting away like old friends.

"I don't. Know him I mean, I guess we're just kindred spirits." Jim answered absent mindedly. He was going through the layout of the school in his head, trying to remember if he'd seen a way in that was less conspicuous than the front gate. "Don't hit Mycroft, he was very polite. Cold as ice, but polite. I wonder if he genuinely cares for anything outside of that brother of his."

"His career maybe?" Sebastian glared after the car, part of him slightly jealous that Mycroft had managed to get such a prestigious position. "I'm not about to hit him, I'd get shot or something. Bet there's a sniper waiting above the school just now." He sighed, looking at Jim as the bell went off for the start of lessons. "Want me to stay out with you? We could try sneaking you in over the wall at the back..."

"You'd best get to class, I can manage." He turned a feral grin on Sebastian, "I can climb like a cat. I'll meet you when you get out for lunch, same place at the bushes? We can text until then if either of us need something."

"Yeah same place..." Sebastian wasn't at all happy about meeting where he'd seen Sherlock, but he was already running late so just waved at Jim and limped into the school, passed the scowling security guard.

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I made it over, no one saw me. JM

Great, just be careful about security guards lurking. There are spare uniforms in the locker rooms if you want to blend in. –SM

You just want to see me in a uniform. ;) JM

Found one, not quite a perfect fit but it'll do. Thanks for the tip. JM

If I had to choose any uniform it wouldn't be a school one... –SM

Why not? You could spank me when I was naughty. JM

Jesus fuck I'm meant to be concentrating on maths here. –SM

Thought I wasn't allowed to hurt you. –SM

I said I could do some pain, I just meant whipping, burning, cutting I'm not into the more hardcore stuff. JM

Jesus you've really thought about this. –SM

It doesn't exactly take a lot of thought Sebastian, either you like something or you don't and you remember not to do that again. JM

I think I'd quite like you in a soldier's uniform. –SM

Oh lord, I'd look awful. All scrawny and sickly. I don't know if I could even fit into one. I guess if you're into that. –JM

Oh. Yeah. Nah, you want a proper fitted one, because that's all weird isn't it, seeing the one slight short thing in the army, you start to wonder why he's there ... what he does. Clearly not a soldier... –SM

But because he's the smallest and shortest and you've just transferred you dunno, so you try feeling and groping him up a bit. Squeeze under the uniform while he scowls and squirms... –SM

Then the next day you wake up with a fuzzy head tied up naked and blindfolded and he's whispering in your ear "the army employs more than just soldiers you know..." –SM

Oh my god you are awful. Is that what you're planning on doing when you go into the army? Rough up twinks in the showers? JM

What? Course not! Well maybe the odd pretty one. If he asks for it. –SM

Well as long as it's consensual then, you have my blessing. JM

Nah I wouldn't boss, not if I'm still with you. –SM

Oh you are such a gentleman. JM

You started it, talking about spanking you in a school uniform. –SM

Which I wouldn't do, by the way. Nothing sexy about school. Maybe in a little ravers outfit though... –SM

You'd change your mind if I sucked your cock in an empty classroom. JM

I'd change my mind if you were in a skirt with no panties underneath. Something I could just flip up and whup you. –SM

You're being awfully creative this morning. JM

What do you want to do about Holmes? JM

What? Fucking - which Holmes? You are such a cockblock. –SM

3 JM

The one from this morning Seb, Mycroft. JM

Oh him. What can we do about him? I can't smack him one and you can't sleep with him, even if you did want to. –SM

Now Mycroft Holmes is someone who could do with a caning. Sort him out no end. –SM

Is there another reason I can't sleep with him beyond our agreement from yesterday? JM

Do YOU want to sleep with Mycroft? I bet he'd cane you. JM

Yeah, because he's completely not turned on in the slightest by anything. I could take a caning off that bastard, no problem. –SM

I find that very difficult to believe. I'm almost insulted that you think anyone has the ability to resist... all this. JM

It's not a matter of if you /could/ darling, it's if you /want/ to. That's kind of the deciding factor in these things, canings are meant to be enjoyed not endured. JM

Yeah well he would. Made of stone that one. –SM

C'mon boss ... just surviving something can be fucking ace. But if we're being blunt, no I would not want Mycroft Holmes to cane me and fuck me - I'd want Mycroft Holmes to cane me and then you come in and fuck me for being stupid enough to let Mycroft get hold of me. –SM

Sex isn't a punishment you moron. JM

Yeah but it would be hot. -SM

Oh my /god./ I remember when you used to be a prude. JM

How do I get Sebastian the prude back? JM

Make me talk instead of text. SM

And maybe not get me fucking hard in the middle of a damn maths lesson? SM

Are you hard? Are you touching yourself under the desk? JM

I'm hard, course I'm not touching myself. I'm in a maths lesson. –SM

You're thinking about it though. You could ask to go to the bathroom. JM

Well I was about to and then someone decided to talk about the Holmes' –SM

Right, I forgot. –JM

So you're fine with half the British government knowing what we did and you aren't worried about that coming back to bite us in the arse at all? JM

You have zero feelings about me offering to ruin your father's name, potentially closing some future doors for you? JM

I am /horny/ Jim, I'd be fine with the entire British government lining up to arrest us if you could meet me in the bathrooms first. –SM

Ha. I think those doors slammed when he found out I was a fruit. –SM

You aren't a fruit you're a nut. JM

I can still squeeze him into pulling strings for you. Maybe. I'm not certain on that but it's possible. JM

We talked- on the phone last night. It was almost a civil conversation. JM

What strings do we need pulled? –SM

Oh yeah, the ones to get me into Sandhurst and into an officer position - wait you WHAT! You talked to my dad? –SM

Yeah I meant to tell you this morning but we were distracted. JM

And yeah, those are the strings I was talking about. Career ambitions and things like that. JM

What the hell did he have to say then? Why is he contacting you and not me? Are you my fucking owner now? –SM

No you idiot, he wasn't contacting me about you- not really. JM

What did he say. SM

Bitching about Mycroft mostly, he blamed me for you going off on Sherlock. Which was fair if we are being honest. JM

Heh. Oh damn, him and Mycroft talking behind your back. Ha - at least he can't stand the bastard. –SM

I don't think them joining up against us would be a laughing matter. JM

Anyway, he had a message for you- just the same old stuff about how it was in your best interest to go back to him. Pretty much exactly what you predicted. JM

If that's the best he can do then forget it. He hasn't messaged me at all. -SM

He doesn't want you to end up with me, sucking people off in the men's room, because he /cares/. (He actually said that.) JM

That's probably because I blocked his number on your new phone. JM

He said that about you? -SM

Fucking kill him. As soon as I can walk -SM

Oh gods, I think he called me a whore about thirty times. After a while it just gets old, there's plenty of other things he could go on about. I think he's jealous that we are fucking. JM

I. Will. Kill. Him. -SM

Were you alright? -SM

Yeah why wouldn't I be? JM

Gods, don't bother with him. He was just cranky because Mycroft was harassing him. JM

Well. When I said it by accident you basically shut down. -SM

Okay, there's a fucking difference and don't pretend you don't know that. JM

And don't you act like it was a fucking accident. You knew exactly what you were doing. Every god damn time. JM

I didn't realise it was going to break you down. -SM

I'm meant to be your bodyguard and I don't know which shit I say is suddenly going to break you. -SM

Yeah well I told you not to fucking say it, don't be surprised when it bites you in the arse. JM

There's a difference because you know that there's actually truth to the statement. Your dad just think's I'm loose, it's not the same. And you're supposed to be my- partner, I expect better from you than I do from your abusive father. JM

I'm being serious Jim - if I've got to watch your back I need to know your weaknesses. If I'm supposed to be your partner shouldn't I know what's going to hurt you? -SM

Not if you are just going to use it to throw it in my face like you've happily done literally every time we've had an argument. JM

Oh for fuck - Yeah. True. Fair enough. -SM

So what do we do about that then, can you trust me to stop being a prat or do I have to prove it a bit first? -SM

Don't know. I don't think it's really a problem either way. It doesn't bother me much when other people say it. JM

That's fine then. Least I know. Sure you don't want me to go beat up my dad? –SM

Huh not that I could. Wanker. -SM

Well now I'm no longer hard. -SM

No, I told you he was fairly civil. I might just have all future conversations with him over the phone. There's less pawing and groping and he's not trying to physically intimidate me over the phone. JM

Pawing and groping. -SM

Yeah? JM

Nothing. -SM

I hate him. I hate the fucker so fucking much, how the fuck does he think I'm ever going back there. –SM

He's so entitled he feels like he owns you. And me for that matter. I wonder if that's everyone he's fucked or if I'm just special. JM

That's why I broke his thumb you know. For the touching. JM

Should've broken his damn body. He feels like he owns everything that's why he's a fucking British diplomat. -SM

Hahahahaha! Seb! You made a joke! JM

Huh. –SM

Sorry, I wasn't hiding it or anything. I thought I told you, but maybe not. JM

If you are just going to worry about what else he might have said you are free to read the conversation off my phone later. It's going to make you mad though. JM

Your call. I think I can guess most of it. He's pretty damn predictable. –SM

If you think that it will put your mind at ease then I'd rather you did. You might even laugh, I got a few good shots in there. -JM

Yeah all right then why not. Could do with a laugh. –SM

Alright. Sherlock is here! He says he knows someone who I should talk to about a job. JM

Give him a slap from me would you? –SM

Darling I don't think you'd like the kind of slap I'd give him. JM

I dunno, I could watch you tan his arse pretty happily. –SM

Oh hush. Besides, we both promised big brother that we'd leave him unmolested. JM

The day I take orders from Mycroft you can damn well put me down. Better not though. –SM

HA HAHAHA oh fuck I forgot. JM

Do you remember the last time you said something like that to me? JM

Go on then, what did I say last time? –SM

You told me that if you ever lost enough dignity to come on to me that I should shoot you. JM

That was really flattering by the way. Warms my heart that does. JM

Ha. Well there you go. If you ever need me out of the way you've got an excuse. –SM

Well, you are still an asshole if that makes you feel any better. JM

Like I need an excuse. JM

And you're still a psychotic little bastard. -SM

Darling, that's never going to change. JM

You love it. JM

Didn't say I was complaining. -SM

You're eternally complaining. JM

I'm kidding. JM

Well /clearly/ that's because I need another blow job. -SM

I need you to check out some books for me from your school library. JM

I haven't given you your first one, don't get ahead of yourself Tiger. JM

Ugh, do I always have to blow you now before I get one in return? -SM

Alright, let me know which ones you need. -SM

Nope, but you should appreciate it. I'm sure you understand a bit better now anyway. JM

Alright, I'll give you a list. There's no way you could be expected to remember them all. I'm so thoughtful. JM

Understand what? Don't choose too many heavy books, I'll have trouble with the crutches. –SM

I mean now that you've sucked dick, you'll appreciate receiving more. JM

Fine. The things I do for you. JM

What the hell do you mean "appreciate"? Should I have thanked you for letting me suck you off or something? -SM

Only if you wanted to, kitten. JM

Fucking call me kitten again you'll be swallowing your teeth. You gonna text me the list or do I need to try and find you next lesson? -SM

Alright, alright. I thought it was cute. JM

I'll text it to you. I'm too busy to come find you. JM

It was pretty damn cute but if anyone else finds out I'm fucked. I'm trying to build a reputation here. Not helped by still being on damn crutches. -SM

You probably shouldn't have said that to someone with a very recent history of blackmail. JM

Your crutches are very manly, don't worry. That scowl that you wear all the time is plenty intimidating. JM

What the hell can you blackmail me for? I'm already giving you my fathers money, fighting your battles and sucking your cock. -SM

Don't exaggerate you shithead. I've not touched your father's money. You only fight the battles that you chose to get yourself involved in, I fight plenty on my own. And you got me off once during the last few weeks, don't act like such a fucking martyr. I'm sure it was a horrible horrible chore, you don't have to do it again if you are going to be such a piss baby over it. JM

The fuck is up with you, is it because you're hanging around Sherlock? Starting to regret which one of us you chose? First you witter on about me 'appreciating' you and now you're getting angry for no damn reason. Do you just want to have it written down in a form you can save? That I loved it? Do you want to be able to wave it in my face while you bounce on Sherlock's dick? –SM

I'm not angry 'for no damn reason.' This new job is bothering me, it's not about Sherlock. I'm pissed about the job. JM

Har har you are so funny. I'm about to keel over I'm laughing so hard. JM

I might have overreacted. JM

You know, I wasn't saying that you should appreciate me letting you suck my dick. I was saying that when I return the favor you will appreciate my efforts more because you've done it before. JM

Didn't realise it was such an effort for you. -SM

It's not. Do you have to twist everything I say? JM

Huh. I still don't get what you mean. 'S not a favour I'm returning. It was just hot as fuck. –SM

Oh. JM

I just- I guess I got the wrong idea. JM

Look we need to talk, you're getting all fucked up over text messages. Want to meet in the bike sheds when the bell next goes? -SM

I'm not shagging you in a bike shed. JM

I'm just teasing, that's fine. JM

I'm guessing Sherlock's not invited? JM

Sherlock is fucking not invited unless you want me to knock him around. -SM

And damn right you're not shagging me in a bike shed, not with my ankle still buggered up. -SM

More incentive for you to heal then. I'll see you in a bit. JM

Yeah, don't do anything stupid before I get there. –SM

What do you think I'm going to get up to in the time between then and now? JM

I'm not sure I could write all the things you could get up to in the time we have left -SM

You're the one with imagination after all. JM

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Jim scowled a bit and kicked at a rock while he waited for Sebastian. Sherlock had given him directions to the place Sebastian had been talking about. This was going to be a pain in the arse and he was already trying to think of ways to dissipate the—misunderstanding, whatever. The last thing Jim needed was to get in one of their shouting matches when he was supposed to be hiding from security. He pulled absentmindedly at the collar of the shirt he stole. It was odd dressing like this. Like something he might have imagined for himself when he was a little boy. He could pretend for a day that he was affluent enough, good enough to get into a public school like this, like he actually belonged here instead of sneaking in like a thief. There was no pretending though- even with the uniform on it couldn't be clearer that he didn't belong. It was probably for the best anyway. Idle day dreaming was for children.

It was hard to play truant with crutches, as sneaking was all but impossible, but Sebastian made his way down to the bike sheds under the pretence of heading to the toilets, giving a smirk and a chuckle as he saw Jim. The clothes the boy was wearing were a mismatched sixth form sweater and fourth form shorts, with the sweater far too big and the shirt only just fitting underneath. Sebastian leaned the crutches against the wall and sat himself down on the bench inside the shed. "What do you think you look like ... c'mere." Reaching out he tugged Jim into his lap. All the texting had left him pretty horny and despite what he'd said Jim looked pretty cute in a mismatched uniform. "Now what the fuck have you been trying to do and how is it going to blow up in our faces?"

Jim was relieved that Sebastian didn't seem all that angry. He let Sebastian pull him into his lap and only pouted a little bit when his clothes were fiddled with. "Did I get it wrong? How am I supposed to know what stupid posh people wear?" Jim tugged at the tie around his neck helplessly. "I don't think ties suit me. Oh, are you talking about the new job?" Jim resented the accusation, nothing blew up in their faces! Sometimes his plans went belly up but it was always a—/controlled/ fuck up.

Rather than snapping Jim was pouting, which Sebastian took as encouragement to continue. Squeezing at Jim's hips and all but groping at his arse, before slapping his hands away from the tie and straitening it properly. "Sixth formers wear the black trousers and grey sweaters, everyone else wears grey shorts and the maroon sweaters, you're all over the place." He grinned, pleased to have Jim back and pleased that Sherlock didn't seem to be on the menu now at all. Reaching up he tugged the sweater over Jim's shoulder. "Nice. And yeah. What's this new job and can we do it while I'm still ... not at full capacity."

Jim scowled, looking down at what he was wearing. Sebastian seemed to be right. "Well damn. I guess I'll try and sneak back in and find the right clothes. I should probably find a maroon sweater then." Jim noticed Sebastian's hands on him of course but decided not to begrudge him that. The boy really was hopeless, at least until his foot healed. "Sherlock was telling me, I had no idea that they had so many language courses here. You must speak /at least/ two. Let me guess, French? German? And the Latin of course. Greek?" Jim bit down on his enthusiasm sharply. "The job. Right, it's this girl and she says her ex-boyfriend has nudes of her on his computer. He's been threatening to send them around school if she won't take him back. She wants them deleted from his computer. I've just got to decide how I want to go about that. This is part of why I need you to get me things from the library, I haven't got a lot of experience with computers."

"Latin badly, Hindi passably, Mandarin enough to get a shag and I'm doing French for my O-levels." Sebastian said smugly, deciding to pass on the mention of Sherlock for now. "Dammit, see if my leg was better I could just smack the bloke around until he deleted them." he frowned, still petting Jim while he thought. It felt a bit like stroking a viper on his lap, fun but with a sparking element of anticipation in case Jim suddenly decided he didn't like being pawed at while discussing new jobs. "Don't bother teaching yourself hacking, there's a hundred bitter little nerds who'd do it for you for a wad of cash and a glance at some nudes."

Jim looked to the side and his mouth twisted a bit as he thought. "I suppose. Still, useful skill to have. Don't you think?" Jim snorted suddenly, his eyes danced. "Right and the Mandarin has done so well for you in that department." He idly reached up and picked at the hair on the back of Sebastian's neck. "We don't need to be making any more enemies, don't beat anyone up. Ideally I'd like it to look like an accident."

"You wait, if I ever go to China I will be fucking raking it in." Sebastian continued smugly, one hand sliding along the waistband of the too-short shorts while the other still tugged at the sweater, "Unless he's got even fewer functioning legs than me I'm not about to smack him. And yeah, teach yourself computing if you like but it might be useful to have someone else to take the fall if it all goes tits up." he felt a shiver go through him as Jim's hand played at the back of his neck. "Or you could just physically destroy the damn computer, if he's some twat with a grudge I doubt he's organised enough to make copies and store them elsewhere."

Jim watched Sebastian tug at his clothes. "I said I want it to look like an /accident/ not having to pay to replace his computer if it gets broken." He paused though, thinking. "You know you actually might have a point. I could get a virus and crash the computer that way. It couldn't take long. All I would need is a disk or flash drive." Jim leaned in absently and kissed Sebastian's mouth as his thoughts raced ahead. "Thank you, Sebastian."

The kiss took him completely off-guard but after a brief shocked moment Sebastian wrapped his arms more firmly around Jim in his lap and returned the kiss, nibbling on Jim's lower lip. This time when his cock started to jump he didn't even try to hide it, instead pressing it up so Jim could feel and grinning into the kiss. "Well there you go, I'm not just a pretty face."

Jim laughed, "No you aren't. Obviously I'm the pretty one." He frowned, remembering something Sherlock said to him today. "You know you're intelligent, right? I might call you an idiot—because you are one—but you're plenty smart. You shouldn't sell yourself short. I wouldn't be wasting my time with you if I didn't think you had potential."

Sebastian frowned, not sure where that had come from and then his eyes widened as he remembered the texts. Pulling back a bit he started patting at Jim's pockets. "Right, I want to see your phone. The conversation with my dad." He gave a smirk and pawed at Jim's crotch a bit, "Don't make me act on that suggestion of giving you a spanking..."

Jim rolled his eyes and pulled out his cellphone. He'd debated over deleting some of the conversation, but he hadn't in the end. Sebastian wouldn't be surprised by anything that his father had written about him and it was stupid of Jim to potentially lose trust over trying to protect Sebastian from things that he'd probably heard a hundred times. "Have at it."

Sebastian took the phone, settled Jim in his lap and read through the conversation. His jaw clenched as he read through it and at the end he took a deep breath, handing it back to Jim silently. It hadn't been a surprise, but it hadn't been fun to read either and his blood was boiling at the thought of it. He also felt a spike of jealousy, his dad and Jim, exchanging snipey little text messages about the last time they'd fucked. And one point of confusion stuck in his head, Jim's text about his desire for validation. He hadn't thought he'd been that desperate. "Yeah." He managed eventually, "Don't bother showing me next time."

Jim shrugged, tucking his phone away. "I didn't have to tell you about it at all, you know." Jim watched for a moment, analyzing. "You're upset." It was an invitation to talk more than a statement.

Sebastian glared at him, with no one else to feel pissed at Jim was the only option however he wasn't about to come out with anything stupid. "Yeah, yeah. Course I am. You would be. Now what are we gonna do about this wanker with the nudes. Could we maybe convince her to become a stripper? Then it wouldn't matter what he had on her."

"You are such an insensitive fuck," Jim reached out and pinched and pulled at Sebastian's cheek. "It matters. It matters to her. This arsehole is trying to manipulate her into having sex with him. If she doesn't he's going to ruin her reputation, humiliate her… you know people have killed themselves over situations like this?" Jim was scolding but still mostly serious. He really hoped Sebastian wasn't /that/ emotionally stunted. "He'll be lucky if ruining his computer is all I do. Maybe I will let you smack him around."

"I'm happy to smack him around if you want me to. One more week of this bastard cast then I'll be out of it." Sebastian shrugged. He was well aware that the 'client' in question was in a bad state, and knew morally they were in the right here, which made a bit of a change. On the other hand, caring about the livelihood of people he didn't know was pretty exhausting, and Sebastian generally found even caring about the ones he did know took up too much time. "Can I have a look at the nudes before you delete them?"

Jim slid off Sebastian's lap and adjusted his shorts. "I suggest you get back to class unless you want me to smack you. God, I think I need to call Adler. I really thought I had you house trained."

Sebastian raised his eyebrows as Jim suddenly went cold and slid way, reaching out to tug him back, "Fucks sake what's got into you? Since when have you been all bleeding heart about some daft bint stupid enough to send nudes around. Please tell me she's paying you at least..."

"Oh yeah I'm such a bleeding heart. Thinking that maybe people should have control over who sees their body is so fucking liberal." Jim was seriously trying to keep his temper under control. He wasn't yelling at least. "Alright, how would you feel then if I'd taken pictures of you sucking my cock and then I sent them all around your school?" Jim's voice was soft but vicious; he wasn't going to worry about Sebastian's temper right now. "Your classmates call you a faggot in the halls and your teammates won't change with you in the locker room any more. Some pushy fucker thinks it's okay to try and jump you in the shower 'because you're a cock whore and everyone knows it.' Does /that/ bring the situation home for you?"

"Why do you care so much about some random girl?" Sebastian hissed back. His jaw clenched as Jim continued, glaring at him and clenching his fists. He knew he wouldn't hit Jim, he never would again, but right now he rather wanted to slap him. "I'd beat the hell out of anyone who tried to jump me, you /fucking/ well know that. And it's nice to know that you at least /know/ what would happen to my reputation if it got out that I was kneeling down for some scrawny little fuck-up like you, even if you don't seem to give a damn about it."

"Yeah I /know/ what would happen to your reputation, I don't think /you/ do. Let's not forget which one of us /is/ openly gay and which one of us goes to a posh school with private security." Jim took a deep breath and fought to keep the situation from escalating. It would be /so/ easy to let things devolve into another screaming match. The fuck up comment stung but Jim heard it enough from other people that it lost some of the edge. He was tired of Sebastian's words hurting more than they should. He ignored all questions about why he cared. He didn't /care./ He was not going to have this discussion in a /fucking shed./

Sebastian stumbled forward on his good leg, the cast was stopping him from grabbing Jim by the front of his oversized sweater and slamming him against the wall, and for a moment he was glad of that. "Fat lot of good private security is when it'll be half the bastards in here trying to hurt me." He sneered back. He could see Jim fighting for control, and knew, /knew/ that it would only take a few words to break him. Simply hissing 'slut' would probably do it. The knowledge that he had that power, that Jim had /let/ him have that power, was staggering enough to stop him shouting at least and he sighed, rolling his eyes. "Alright, you have to stop being a goady bastard and I have to stop flying off the handle or we'll never get /anything/ done. You go have a think and I'll get your books out and find you a geek if you need one."

"I think I'm going to go, I got what I wanted anyway." Jim took a breath and ran his hands across his face. "I don't—think you understand. I don't know that you could. Your life isn't a fucking fairytale, Jesus, I know. But people give a fuck about you, even if it's for shallow reasons like your money or influence or whatever. If you died tomorrow people would talk about what a shame it was and how much potential you had. I know it's not—worth much, as it's all bullshit and they don't really know you, I get that. But it's something. It's not worth much but it's worth something."

"Fucks sake..." Sebastian rolled his eyes again, limping forward and putting two heavy hands on Jim's shoulders, "Firstly, there is nothing at all bullshit about the potential I've got, even if you and my father seem determined to agonise about it together. And if you died? Give me a break. My dad would be over the moon, obviously, but Mycroft would be a bit pissed, and whoever you've been screwing over for drugs would be gutted, and I'd go to fucking pieces. You're building yourself a whole little empire here, aren't you? If you die, the whole thing falls apart. My life is worth a hell of a lot more than just 'something' and give it a bit and yours will be too."

Jim was trying to cover the grin that wanted to escape with a scowl. He wasn't going to argue with Sebastian, he had the ability to stand there and argue all day. It wasn't like the other boy really had any idea of what Jim got up to when he wasn't around or what his relationships looked like. God, as least he hadn't brought up his ma. Small favors. "I wasn't—trying to make it sound like you don't have potential or that you- don't matter." That was as close to an apology as Sebastian was going to get. Jim smiled cheekily, "Do you really think Mycroft would be pissed?" Somehow the idea of being able to get /any/ kind of reaction out of the stoic man had taken hold in Jim's mind. Dying or faking his death would be taking it a bit far though.

Sebastian gave a grin, even though Jim was trying to hide it he could tell that he'd lightened up a bit. He brushed off the half-apology, he didn't really need Jim telling him he had ability. He knew that. What he needed from Jim, which had been completely pinpointed by the little bugger, and by his father as well, was the validation. The feeling that what he was was /worth/ something, and could be worth even more. He didn't need Jim telling him he was good, he needed Jim giving him orders so he could /prove/ he was good. He knew that might be worth thinking about a little harder, but couldn't bring himself to care very much. "Oh yeah, Mycroft clocked you completely. He'll have an eye on you now, so don't misbehave near any CCTV."

Jim laughed, "Are you saying he's checking me out? That's a very ambiguous term. And I always avoid the CCTV. What do you think I am, an amateur?"

Sebastian rolled his eyes again at the laugh, bopping Jim lightly on the shoulder. "He's checking out your brain. I told you, the man's as asexual as a pine cone. Besides, can you imagine sleeping with him? It would be like building a wardrobe with a sarcastic screwdriver."

"I'm not sure I trust your judgment. You told me Sherlock was attracted to plants, and look where that ended up." Jim smiled up at Sebastian, falling back into the leasing. "Right, but is he clocking my brain in a bad way or a good way? Is he watching because he's afraid I'm a threat to national security or because he's hoping I'm a threat to national security?"

Sebastian scowled at the mention of Sherlock. Now he was standing he couldn't tug Jim back into his lap, but he could stroke the side of his face and muss his hair a little bit. "I still don't think he would've gone through with it. And now we'll never know, what a pity. And who knows? Maybe Big Brother would be all over you, specially in this silly uniform..." he grinned, "Three strokes for daring to wear a sixth form sweater, two strokes for non-matching socks, and for teasing and squirming all over a fellow student ... hmm ... six strokes." He took a breath and tried to drag his mind out of the gutter. "Fuck knows what he thinks you are. But he knows you're playing in the political game, probably worried you'll create paperwork."

"And you insisted that there was nothing sexy about school." Jim stood on his toes and kissed Sebastian abruptly before stepping back and towards the door. "You really do need to get to class. And I've got a drug dealer to speak with."

"You are a fucking tease." Sebastian growled back, grabbing his crutches and giving Jim a swat on the arse as he walked passed him, "Text me those books you want, I'll stick them in my bag and take them home. And be careful playing with dealers, they don't always play nice."

Jim rolled his eyes at Sebastian's antics. He allowed the concern, Sebastian wasn't aware that he didn't mean to play with them. He was going for business and Jim didn't play people he was in business with. "I'll come by the house when I'm through." Jim walked out the shed and made his way toward the back wall where he could shimmy over the barrier without being seen.

"Yeah, I'll be there." Sebastian muttered, heading back to his next class. Now he was awkward, turned on, and pissed off at Jim. But part of him also felt ridiculously pleased that they hadn't actually got into a fight this time.