Chapter IV | Don't Trust the Talking Shadows on the Wall

"Whoa Jim, wait turn down the setting or it's going to fly everywhere!" Sebastian was too late with his warning and the pancake batter flung across the kitchen, enough to make a huge mess in the five seconds it took him to yank the plug out of the wall. "I told you!" He scolded and looked over at the Irishman, who was very effectively using those big brown puppy eyes against him. "I did tell you." He said giving the brunette a soft kiss. Jim just grinned at him and shrugged. "All right, go grab some towels from the bathroom why I work on cleaning up this mess, then breakfast okay?" He asked moving some of the shaggy hard hair from James' face, smiling down at him again. He leaned down and gave him another soft kiss before letting him walk away from the counter. Before he left the blond gently slapped his ass making the Irishman jump and turn to look at him, sticking out his tongue. "Gooo dork." Jim giggled and nodded, "I'm going, I'm going!" He called as he headed down the hall of their house.

"Jim dear."

He stopped dead next to the hall mirror. He couldn't move after he heard the voice. He wanted to look, really he did. Just to prove himself wrong. To tell him that there wasn't anything there. But when he turned to look at the mirror, his reflection was his own, but at the same time not. It was smirking over at him. Jim back up, away from the mirror as the doppelganger leaned against the mirror.

"Not nice to ignore me James. You're miffing me off you know, when you ignore me."

The smirk disappeared, replaced with a rather dangerous looking stoic face. "James? Where are the towels?" The Irishman jumped when Sebastian called to him. "Give us a mo! Got distracted!" He called back shuffling away from the mirror to grab the towels they needed to clean up the mess in the kitchen. He was just thankful to get away from the mirror. In the bathroom, Jim pulled out an arm full of old towels and headed back for the kitchen. He stopped a few feet away from the mirror in the hall. He didn't want to go by it. But it was the only way to get back. Squeezing his eyes shut, James walked as quickly as he could pass the mirror, muttering, "Not there, not there. No one's there."

"Not nice Jimmy."

Stopping dead in his tracks, the Irishman turned his eyes to the mirror and let out a whimper.

"You're really starting to piss me off James."

Jim jumped back, dropping the towels when the doppelganger slammed his fists on the glass, causing a spiderwebbing effect in the glass where it cracked. "No, no. Not there, you aren't there. You aren't real. No, no, no, no!" There was another loud crack, this time hands reached out and gripped the pale arms like iron.

"Don't ignore me Jim! I never liked being ignored before what makes you think it's going to be okay now? Look at me! Open your fucking eyes. Open them!"

Jim whimpered and tried to pull away, keeping his eyes locked tightly shut even as the shadowman grabbed his chin and shook him a little. He didn't want to look at him. His voice was going into that freaky double tone that was making him even more terrified to open his eyes. It made him feel like there was going to be some monster waiting there for him as soon as they opened.

He could hear the double growl and then a hand pressed against his forehead. Images of bloodied bodies and people screaming flashed through him, making him scream and slam his hands against the mirror. The glass shattered, cutting his arms and face as it flew all over. "You're not real!"

Hearing the glass shattering and screaming coming from the hall, Seb peeked his head out of the kitchen to see what was going on. "Jim?" He called and cursed when he saw the Irishman smashing the mirror with bloodied fists. "Shit! Jim! Get away from there!" He yelled limping over the best he could and wrapped strong around the screaming Irishman's waist. "Jim! Baby, it's not real, calm down!" Jim was still flailing and struggling against him, clawing at Sebastian's arms. He hissed a little as he slammed into the wall with a groan, sliding down but keeping a tight grip until the smaller man calmed down and stopped flailing. "I've got you baby. It's okay…" The blond muttered and soothed over the dark hair closing his eyes, trying hard to get his breath. He hadn't wrestled with Jim like this in a very long time. Since before the fall he figured.

"Sebby, are you okay? You're breathing sounds funny." Jim's voice sounded so small at that moment that he almost didn't recognize it. He swallowed and nodded to him. "Yes, I'm okay. Don't worry. Let's get you and this mess all cleaned up." He said waiting for the brunette to nod before he slowly started to pull him to his feet. "There now…" He said kissing his head and gently tugged him towards the bathroom.

Jim sat down on the tub ledge as he watched Sebastian wash his bloodied arms in the sink. He felt bad now, seeing all the scratch marks. He looked like he went head to head with an angry cat. "I'm really sorry Sebby. I-I didn't mean to cut you up like that." The blond only shook his head and gave the Irishman a soft smile. "Don't worry about it." He said, wetting down a cloth and taking on of James' hands, gently wiping the blood away from the pale skin, revealing all the cuts that Jim could hardly feel.

There was a long silence between them as Sebastian carefully started to wrap his hands. Jim was trying to decide if he was just concentrating or if he was trying to figure out what to do with him.

"He'll probably stick you in a loony bin now, you know that right?"

Brown eyes flickered up to the mirror and quickly shut, pretending that it stung a little so the blond didn't ask what he saw. "Sorry, did that hurt?" He asked as Jim nodded a little to him. "Just a bit. They're a little tender." He said giving him a small smile.

"Jimmy, Jim, Jim dear. Don't ignore me."

The voice called again, making him shift. He needed something to get him out of his head. A soft hand going through his dark hair made his attention leave the mirror and go back to his lover. "You saw something that wasn't there? Someone who was talking to you?" James nodded and ran his fingers over the cuts on the tan arms of the larger man. "Yes, me but not me. The one who liked all the blood and death. He was talking to me in the mirror. Telling me things, I tried to ignore him and that's when he got angry." He admitted and Seb sighed. "I'm going to call the doctors and see if we can get you in to get checked. Should probably be on something for that in case it gets worse." He said moving to get up. Jim nodded and sat there for a moment.

"They'll take you away from him. You just watch. Just watch Jim!"

"Shut up!"

The brunette slapped his hands over his mouth as he screamed at the reflection, making the blond turn and look at him with worried eyes. "Oh Jim… Are you still seeing it? Maybe we better go in now…" He mumbled and started to walk out of the bathroom. The Irishman looked at the mirror with terror and then back at Seb, moving out he grabbed him and gently shoved him onto the bed, quickly crawling into his lap and kissing him desperately. The blond hardly had time to react, kissing back when lips pressed against his. "Jim… James wait a sec…" He gasped as cool bandaged hands slipped under his shirt and started to trace the muscle, then the scar on his pec. Sly fingers moved and grazed across his nipples, gaining a small moan from him. Wicked lips made their was from his mouth down his throat as the smooth hands pressed his shirt up so the skin was exposed to the cool air of the room. Giving Sebastian throat a bite, Jim moved away from and kissed over his chest, taking a perked nipple into his mouth. The blond gasped and tossed his head and scrambled a little to yank his shirt off so it wasn't in the way. A small smirk coming to his lips as he heard Jim growl in approval. The blond had to resist the urge to laugh at him if he wasn't too busy moaning from the pleasure. He let his brain soak up the attention. "Fuck Jim. Really not in the mood for too much foreplay. Been too long since we've been together like this." The words gained a shiver from the Irishman as he looked up at the blond who was now smirking at him. "Yeah, wanna just get to it?" The older man smiled and nodded to him, pulling back to strip out of his clothes giving Sebastian a chance to do the same. Jim kicked his pants away from him, they flew across the floor and thunked into the closet. Seb laughed a little at his eagerness. He stood up, hobbling on his leg as he worked off his pants. "On the bed, find the lube." Jim nodded to him and moved to climb on the bed. His bare butt wiggling at the horny blond as he worked his pants off. He couldn't resist and smacked his arse hard, leaving a red print on the pale skin, but he did gain a needy moan from Jim. The brunette glared back at him with a flush face. "Prat."

"Oh you were practically begging for it." He snickered and kicked away his pants and boxers before turning to him. Jim had the lube in his hand as he sat there on his knees looking over Sebastian's tan marred body. He ran his long pale fingers over the scar on his chest where he had been shot and felt a twinge of rage rise up in him.

"See? It's not fair that he had to go through that was it?"

Brown eyes shifted to the door where the doppelganger was standing with his crossed arm. It pushed itself away from the door and walked over to him, looking over the mark on his chest. It almost looked… sad.

Disgusted, but sad.

"You have to fix it."

Jim quirked a brow and blinked again. "How?"

"How what Jim? Who the hell you talking to?"

The Irishman squeaked and looked up at the blond who was staring at him, silently wondering if this was a good idea. "I… no one. Sorry." He said with a soft smile. The blond made a disapproving face and tilted his head to the side. "Did you see something? Maybe we shou-…"

"No! I don't wanna go in. I want this." Jim said it almost frantically and the ex-soldier nodded to him. "Okay, okay, calm down." He smiled at him and kissed him softly. "Lay down I'll get you prepped." Jim almost beamed at him as he handed over the lube to him and laid down on the bed. Seb climbed over him and pressed his lips to his, back to being hot and heavy. They both needed to take their minds off what the hell was going on at the moment. James seeing things was making him nervous.

What if he went back to the way he was?

He would leave me because I'm no use to him if I can't do my job.

I can't lose him.

Pulling away, Seb sat back on his knees and lathered some of the lube on his fingers, before looking up at Jim. "I'll try to be quick." He whispered to him, gently pressing one finger against his entrance. He was sensitive from not having any in a while. It made the blond smirk as he slowly pushed the digit in. Jim let out a moan and arched at the feeling of the invading digit. He almost forgot what it felt like to have something in him like that. He opened his eyes and looked off to the side a little to see if the shadowman was still there, but there was nothing but the dimly lit room. A sigh of relief went through him as he moved his attention back to Seb who was now looking at him. "Come on Sebby, show me whatcha got." He challenged, making the blond smirk at him and press his finger deep in him. Jim could feel it press against his sweet spot and it made him squirm.

Damn forgot how long his fingers were.

He shivered at the feeling as it started moving within him. It didn't take long before there was another one inside, making him arch and moan out. Everything seemed to go so much faster than he was hoping. He wanted the rough love making to last forever, but within a half hour it was over.

Seb was snoring with his arm draped over Jim's chest. The Irishman looked over and chuckled lightly as he moved some of the wild blond hair out of his face. His pale finger traced down the scar lightly with a soft hum. He never really figured out where he got those. Something in war. Sebastian was good at answering Jim's questions, but he could never get an answer to that question.

"Jimmy."

The brunette blinked and turned a little when he heard the voice. Ever so gently he untangled himself from Sebastian and stood. He grabbed his robe and pulled it on, loosely tying it as he followed the voice to the bathroom. Groping for the light switch he flipped it on with the back of his hand and looked at the mirror where the doppelganger was smirked.

"Well wasn't that fun. Even if he's not the same, he's still a fucking fantastic shag, yeah?"

Jim chuckled and nodded. "I don't think he'll ever lose his talent for that."

"No, I suppose not. Well Jim dear. We need to talk. Remember when I told you, we needed to wait for the opportune moment to hurt Sherlock?"

He nodded lightly and moved a little closer to the mirror, gently shutting the door most of the way. "Now? But I thought they just got a baby?" The doppelganger's smirk grew into a Cheshire grin that almost made Jim flinch.

"Exactly. Don't you think, that baby would mean everything to John and Sherlock?"

The Irishman shifted uncomfortably. "I… don't think I can hurt a baby." He muttered letting his dark eyes drop to the floor, a sudden hand on his arm made him jerk and turn to see the shadowman standing next to him instead.

"Thank we'll improvise. We're good at that."

"Promise we won't hurt the baby?" The smile didn't look genuine, it didn't even look like a smile. More like a wicked sneer that sent chills up the Irishman's spine. Dark eyes locked with one another and the doppelganger nodded to him.

"I promise we won't hurt the baby."

I'm so changeable. It is a flaw with me, but to be fair, it is my only flaw.