Warning: Graphic violence
Chapter 21
"It was right on the fucking table," Jim screamed as he struck again, sending Sebastian spinning so that he stumbled and fell on the bed in a bruised and bleeding heap. "It was right there. Why the hell did you have to drag me off before I could get it? Don't you realise that this whole business was about getting that sodding recording? That I let Holmes fuck me so I could get it? I let him fuck me. Over and over."
Jim jumped up on the bed, straddling Sebastian's chest as he wrapped his hands around his throat and began squeezing.
Sebastian pulled at his hands and eventually managed to push him off. "Boss... With all due respect, if I hadn't dragged you out of there, we would probably have been shot."
"If you hadn't led that pathetic little soldier right to us, I would have finished and we'd not only be in possession of the evidence to bring down Holmes, but forever free of his imbecilic baby brother." Jim slapped him hard. "Now he's still out there and all this has been for nothing. For absolutely nothing. Thanks to you." He pulled back, only to punch Sebastian in the stomach as hard as he could.
Sebastian gasped and punched Jim's shoulder. Maybe he deserved his punishment, but he wasn't going to let it happen without any defence. "It's not like I knew he was following," he said, once he found air again. "You were the one who told me to leave. You're to blame just as much."
Jim snarled and punched him in the face. "I didn't tell you to go out and advertise our location!" he screamed. "I didn't think you were that stupid." He punched his stomach again. "I guess I was stupid too. Thinking I could leave anything to you." Another punch. "Even something as simple as getting us something to fucking eat." Jim studied him for a moment, then began taking off his belt.
Sebastian sighed. His whole body hurt, but at least Jim was still taking his time with him. He could just as easily have killed him, but apparently he still had some value, even if it was only for ten minutes more. And as long as it wasn't lethal, he could endure anything.
"Well," he said calmly, wiping the blood off his mouth, "I guess that was a mistake."
Jim nodded, then grabbed Sebastian by the hair and pulled his head up. A moment later, Jim's belt was around his neck, so tight he could barely breathe. "Let's see if you hold out better than Sherlock," he said as he began pulling down Sebastian's jeans with one hand, holding on to the belt with the other.
Sebastian tried to swallow, which was made virtually impossible. He tugged at Jim's hand, but it only made the belt press even harder into his skin. Then he decided he needed more leverage and kicked his knee up into Jim's stomach.
Jim rolled away, groaning. But he did not let go of the belt. "Don't make this worse," he hissed, clawing his way onto Sebastian's body, pinning him down. "Take your punishment like a man, and I'll consider letting you live."
"How else would I take it?" Sebastian asked, starting to sound a little hoarse. "Like a sissy like you... with just enough power to buy himself anything, but no real strength?" He knew the talking was a bad idea, using up more breath than he could afford, but it was still worth it.
Jim screamed in rage and tightened the belt.
Sebastian gasped. But it didn't make any difference. He kicked again, but this time it was easy for Jim to dodge, and Sebastian's vision was becoming too blurred to land an effective punch.
He had almost passed out when Jim's fingers started fumbling with the belt. Vaguely, Sebastian was aware that Jim was taking it off, but it took a while before he finally realised that that meant he could take a deep breath, and by that time Jim had pushed Sebastian's hands back above his head and was tying them together with the belt. Sebastian started coughing painfully as the air reached his lungs, at which Jim pushed him hard in the chest, clearly annoyed that he didn't keep still. Then he rolled him over, pushing his face down in the mattress, and tied the belt to the headboard, keeping Sebastian's hands there in an uncomfortable angle. Sebastian groaned and tried to shift, but that immediately earned him a sharp flick against his ribs. As he heard Jim take off his pants behind him, he tried to speak, but it took several attempts before his voice would work.
"Why are you rewarding me?" he asked, hoping to manage a mocking tone.
Jim chuckled as he got in position behind Sebastian. "Don't thank me just yet," he said, reaching around to cover Sebastian's mouth and nose with his hand before pushing into him.
Sebastian grunted and tried shaking the hand off, but now Jim had him where he wanted him and there was nothing he could do except kicking back, which only made Jim giggle and fuck him harder. He just kept going, and eventually everything went black.
"Oh fucking hell," Sebastian groaned when he woke up, his throat sore and his whole body hurting.
"Thank you," Jim purred, nuzzling his neck. "It was good for me too."
Sebastian tried to move, but his hands were still tied to the headboard. He turned his head and squinted at Jim. "Let me go."
Jim kissed his nose. "Not yet, Tiger," he said, giggling. "I am not done with you yet."
Sebastian sighed. "Remind me why I put up with this..."
"Because you like it," Jim said, crawling up to lie on Sebastian's back, resting his head on the larger man's shoulder. "And because I pay you." He pushed Sebastian's legs apart and slipped into him again. "And because I would kill you if you ever tried to leave." He began rolling his hips slowly, almost lazily.
Sebastian rested his forehead on the mattress again. "I hate you."
"I hate you too," Jim said before biting Sebastian's ear.
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Sebastian stretched and sighed, then cracked his fingers. His wrists were finally starting to feel like his again. Leaning back against the wall, he pulled Jim against his chest. "About time you got rid of that belt."
Jim blew out the smoke he had just inhaled and giggled. "I don't know," he said. "I think it looked rather fetching on you."
Sebastian splayed a hand over Jim's stomach and pressed his lips against his neck. "Next time it's your turn."
Jim closed his eyes, sighing with content. "If you like," he said. "I was considering other ways of using the belt on you, but I don't mind letting you take over for a bit."
"Good. See? Not so bad having to stay in this hot Mexican hellhole..."
Jim huffed. "Yes it is. There is so much to be done back home. Holmes. The diplomat. The detective. All of them are free to cause all kinds of trouble while I'm stuck here." He gestured at the large, obscenely luxurious honeymoon suite that had been the only thing available at the new hotel.
"We can get back soon enough. When the security around Holmes' little brother is a little looser again. Give it some time." Sebastian plucked the cigarette from Jim's fingers and took a drag.
Jim snapped playfully at Sebastian's fingers, then turned around and kissed him before he could exhale.
Then he settled down, resting his head on his Tiger's chest.
"I want Sherlock dead," he muttered. "And his little doctor too."